Today he doesn't fight it
Rubs his eyes for shades of Violet
He's decidedly shortsighted
Pseudo-silently self violent
There he goes again
Round round round his head
Down down down instead
Where's he going
He's going down
Tonight he pleads to moonbeams
Is he as miserable in his dreams
Is this sky as dark as it seems
Is there a vaccine for bad genes
There he goes again
Stacks his house of cards
On his doubts and scars
Scared of growing
It gets harder each time to start
Another confrontation with the universe
His patience falters to outbursts
Complacence fosters true perverse
Construction on your future
While destruction's all you see
Trying to people please
With scrapes on my hands and knees
I learned
When pharma pushed fake seratonin
Body fought it
Compassion is a super power
Marvel bought it
I would rather feel the pain than autopilot
Not hung up on those black and whites
I'm ultraviolet
Tomorrow he'll be farther
From the sins of his father
Took great care to see the other
Took a scare to see in color
So here it goes again
Found found found his head
Disallowed his dread
World keeps on turning