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von Sm1th

Okay, ready!
Woo!

Are you here with me while I′m breathing?
Or is it just a ghost?
Try not to move too quickly, sickly little fantasy
You are the hidden-most
Ha, well
There you are kicking up a storm of intention
Drooling wildly, losing your sense of direction
And I'm here watching you
Thinking "This can′t be true, this can't be you"
Well, I'm sorry, sort of, for not making it to the finish line
For now I′ll just sit on the side-lines
Watching my circadian flatline


Is this what I asked for a thousand years ago?
I couldn′t know for sure
How does it all come so naturally to you?
You're a gifted lamb
(You′re a gifted lamb)
But you're still quite the bore

They say that hate, death, spite, and apathy is fading
But my goodness, clearly they haven′t met me yet
I'm a classic case of a societal chore
Angry at the system, but I′m frightened by the law
Just give it twenty years time
And we'll look back and laugh
Cause what else are you gonna do?
I mean, really, what can you do?

"It is what it is," until I say that it is not
I've had enough of people not seeming to notice
All of these things I see
And if only they could see them, then they could see me
I′ve been alive for eighteen years
I have a name, a face, an age
A body and a soul right here
I′m more than a number
More than a rumour
More than what you think


Is that selfish?
Is that a bit too much?
We're still on a last-name basis
Sorry