Night in at Tiananmens - S.C.U.B.A.

It is and it is not
Too steep
For these wide eyes
Cast long
Across the tops
Too deep
To descend
Down beneath the eagre
To walk alone, again
Barefoot
Upon damascus
React to the
Course of one's own
Actions
Likened to
Folding fists
Dying to
Cope with this
Immeasurable
Emptiness
This rampant
Insignificance
Has left me

Pining for apathy now
Lost in the forest
Oh my fucking God
Tell me there's a way out
That doesn't include a pump-action
Nor end with a rope and a note
I promised I wouldn't
But now I'm not sure
If I know how to cope
I'd rather be dead than
Live in the throes of this

Deep sea diver
To make it out alive
They tell you that

Supposedly peace lives within
Well where the fuck did I leave it at?
I'm on the edge of the bridge
Good thing I've learned how to swim
On my own
In the dark, it's a gift
And a curse, could be worse
I suppose I should bow
And sing praise
Of the blood that was shed
But I'm pining for apathy now
Lost in the forest
Oh my fucking God
Tell me there's a way out
That doesn't involve
The Book or The Word to

Absolve this sickness
To make it out alive
I'm dying to know

What it isn't and what it is now
I don't want to rot inside of
An infinite prison of thought
Devoid of a soul
Devoid of a voice
Just give me the choice

To end this madness
Just send me flying
To Heaven, alone on
A one-way rocket
Set the course
For the sun
So God can
Watch me
Shine

Give me the choice to end this madness
Send me flying on a rocket
Set for the sun
It will be the greatest use
Of money in the history of man
I'll count the days
Til Make-A-Wish
Picks up the phone
And tells me
Son, we'll even televise
So God
Can watch you
Truly watch you
Shine

Written by:
Will Summers

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