Redheadeadline.
Hair of fire, she's on a wire,
waiting to fall again.
Blue ocean eyes, like deep pools
poisoned with a bitter elixir
that twists my brain.
She's not a child of conformity,
just another `victim of insanity' --
a victim of the freedom that
the world has ostracized, and
in that I feel empathy.
She's just another riddled, tortured soul,
lost on this rock without a place;
disoriented in the whirlpools of her mind,
unable to see through the smokescreen
that blurs her view
of her true face.
Parents tell kids that life isn't easy,
but this is just fucking ridiculous:
we're enslaved to a system
that demands we maintain
a structure that destroys
those who were meant
to create.
Can we adapt to the world
before it destroys us?
Can we change the world to
the better for everyone?
Seems next to impossible, but
I've been told that it's never too late --
and if that's wrong: I've lost the clock
and the deadline is vague.
If there's no way, we'll create a way.
If you won't help, I'll do it anyway.
Hair of fire, she's on a wire,
waiting to fall again.
Blue ocean eyes, like deep pools
poisoned with a bitter elixir
that twists my brain.
She's not a child of conformity,
just another `victim of insanity' --
a victim of the freedom that
the world has ostracized, and
in that I feel empathy.
She's just another riddled, tortured soul,
lost on this rock without a place;
disoriented in the whirlpools of her mind,
unable to see through the smokescreen
that blurs her view
of her true face.
Parents tell kids that life isn't easy,
but this is just fucking ridiculous:
we're enslaved to a system
that demands we maintain
a structure that destroys
those who were meant
to create.
Can we adapt to the world
before it destroys us?
Can we change the world to
the better for everyone?
Seems next to impossible, but
I've been told that it's never too late --
and if that's wrong: I've lost the clock
and the deadline is vague.
If there's no way, we'll create a way.
If you won't help, I'll do it anyway.
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