Today I looked up and painted the sky grey...
but I gotta fix that, I better fix that.
It's normal u know... it just cycles through without reason and cuts deep.
It pricks the mind, and almost impales the soul.
They're blind to the severity, but I'll entertain the remedy...
cold sheets and inexistence.
Save me, save yourself.
There's a mode of reason around every sharp corner, and a selfless verse for every acute angle.
I tilt my head up at the sky with my heart, my head, my soul... hallelujah.