LYRIC FOR SALE

By Raven Lovette

So many thoughts in- my head

Not a coherent though- I dread

The voices grow- loud

Feels like a ghost- cloud

I go to sleep to stay- in bed

But there’s no- bridgehead

Here comes the sun- shroud

(Gradual increase in tempo. More rap like)

I feel miss-led, I see all-red, but I won’t be caught-dead, cuz I’m a fxxx’in bull-head

A bull-head? Fxxx that, I’m a fxxxing bulldozer- I’ll make those thoughts keel-over

You hear that? I’m ‘bout to defy, give these thoughts a black-eye, while wearing a bow-tie, like I’m a “bad guy”

Wait- that would make me a vigilante, almost like I was wrote by Stan-lee, Uh-oh they called a taxi, they’re in the back seat, that ended sad-lee

Maybe I should master in magic, cuz that was tragic, not to mention traumatic, not to be dramatic, but that’s a classic-

(slow. Still rap like)

Yeah, so many thoughts, filled with dread, I won’t stay in bed, I’ll build my own bridgehead-