The music in my mind, is not the song they like. They want to change the tune, just for their delight.
Crazy is what they'd call me, but I would not deny, I love the way I am, no that is not a lie.
The ones dressed in white, and the others dressed in blue, They tell you that they'll help, but what can they do?
Slip a pill down your throat, put a smile on your face, Make sure to always accept a warm, loving embrace.
They can't make the shadows go away, because you need the sun in your life, Just like how you can't rid of kitchen appliances; a steak needs a sharp knife.
So instead they'll numb your senses, so you'll never feel the pain, I've never heard of something quite this inhumane.
Keep me away from there, they'll never let me out. I will fight against my will, don't even try to doubt.
Just let me be, I'll find a way, to live another day, Because I will refuse to eat hospital food on a little dusty tray.
Let me sing my song, you can listen if you please, But do not stop the track, unless I start to sound like Lise.
Inhale, exhale. Sing to the small dot in your head. Keep your diaphragm expanded. Your body is your cello. Use the space for resonance. Keep your throat dilated. Small breaths for long notes. Constant vibrato, but no shaking. Approach the high notes from on top. Consistency of technique. ... Empathize, but not too much. Reveal, but don't show off. Control of heart.
What?
Empathize with your own story Applied to the music you sing. Reveal the love, the pain, the laughter, the rage, the angst. But don't let it go wild.
No one likes a show off.
Singing: All about consistency. Singing: All about control.
Losing control Sucking in sin In amber shot glasses, beer glasses, Goblets red like blood and twinkling in the fire
I try not to mind it I love him and he just turned twenty one The age of no more I try, I promise I do
But I watch a woman drink herself to death Every Single Night And it occurs to me that I cannot see The difference Between out of control and completely sober
It has gotten to the point where I see horrible fires at beer commercials, lighting them all up, eating away their sin in explosive technicolor And I want to hurt the woman in the Spirits Store Even if she has done nothing wrong But sell my mother the evil No, it's not actually evil, But still, I want to choke the life out of her body and keep squeezing Until I feel vertebrae pop Red grapes in my hands Will you partake of that wine? The pleasure is still there, a kick of adrenaline. Will you partake? My sin, though worse than yours, is still sin Waste not, my friends Suck it in like rats And I will fall upon you like an avenging angel, reaping
But then I realize That's crazy. That's unreasonable. I should just go to bed.
I feel the burn in the top of my mouth Pellets tear puncture and perforate They open my mind and the thoughts pour out And fill my mouth with warm liquid salt
Lead balls race to the deepest parts They find the obliterate the memories They erase them, destroy the fear Bringing peace the silence of fresh snow
Astronauts exit my skull pulling hopes and dreams With everything I ever could have been, gone I fall to the floor a thread unraveled at the seam And white light covers my eyes, a blizzard of lost ambition
It takes a lot of courage to admit that maybe you do lack control
I have always been one To take one too many Just to see what would happen, Just to watch the flames grow, And warm the abyss i felt.
To wake me up.
But maybe i was diving into a deeper sleep; A subconscious indefinite slumber; A mad, pointless cycle of irresponsible affairs I gave myself excuse after excuse for.
Because it was easier To pick up a bottle, To swallow a pill, To rip petals off a flower,
