Feel alive
By Thequietkid
Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done,
If it makes you feel like you’ve won.
Or you can walk out the door and come with me,
Leave the cage and you will be set free.
Jump out the plane and hit the floor,
Cut the rope and land in the fjord.
If it makes you feel alive.
Walking inside the lions’ den,
Dressed in a coat of goat and hen.
He laughed at what he has become,
To the pain and suffering, he is numb.
Did you hear what he has done?
He freed his mind and opened his eyes.
Blood soaks through as he surely dies.
Was it worth it though, to flow with the tide?
Yes it was… because for that one brief moment, he truly felt alive.
Down the road he used to walk,
Faces solemn, the colour of chalk.
Don’t be mistaken they are not mourning,
They are just grim that it’s a Monday morning.
Zombies, they are, trudging back to their graves,
Working 9 to 5 to pay for the Thursday raves.
For the moment they think they’re alive,
But soon the drugs will wear off and harder they will cry.
Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you’ve bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done,
If it makes you feel like you’ve won.
Or you can walk out the door and come with me,
Leave the cage and you will be set free.
Jump out the plane and hit the floor,
Cut the rope and land in the fjord.
If it makes you feel alive.
In the night, she would fight,
Searching for trouble until it was bright.
Why did she do this? She would never share,
Ask her two times, you’ll receive a glare.
Third time? Ha! There are no survivors to tell you what comes next.
“I’ll call the police”, she says: “be my guest”,
No one will believe the mum of three is beating up the thugs and thieves.
Her mind held the key to the vault of her mischief,
She fell in love with the thrill the first time she took a dive,
This is what makes her feel alive.
Do we know the difference between what is wrong and what is right?
Do you know the difference between what is wrong and what is right?
Do I know the difference between what is wrong and what is right?
Is it right to start a fight just because someone stole your kite?
Is it wrong to smoke a bong listening to your favourite song?
Why is it right to work day and night, in hopes that you can reach a new height?
Why is it wrong to sing a song that makes your country look like a mong?
Break the chains, destroy the brain,
Run away aboard the train.
Forget about tomorrow, just live for today,
Control is what they want but do not obey.
It’s just like I to you:
walk out the door and come with me,
Leave the cage and you will be set free.
This is what it’s like to finally feel alive.
Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you’ve bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done.
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Scream at the walls for what you’ve done.
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Scream at the walls for what you have done.
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Scream at the walls for what you have done!
Does it really feel like you’ve won?
It doesn’t matter, the past cannot be undone.
Life is like a loaded gun:
You know you have it in your hand,
You know the damage that can be done,
But the outcome still surprises you,
You’re so shocked when out come the guts.
What did we really expect?
A hero to save us, to turn back time?
Then everything would turn out fine?
It’s too late now the damage is done,
The devil inside may have won,
But who said that it won’t be fun.
It might even make you feel alive.
Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you’ve bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done,
Jump out the plane and hit the floor,
Cut the rope and land in the fjord.
If it makes you feel alive.
