(For Rampage Violence) [A-Typical]

When I was a boy I would wait for the dawn

Before I could go to sleep

The price of the day would be paid by retaining that sweet, sweet, sweet release

And at midnight I will walk among those

Drunk on more than alcohol

To those who climb higher than they would

Even dare of falling...

And you know it by the way they line up the same order that they came

And I don't blame them at all

There are those here among us

Who know they're the chorus

For whom martyrs are slain

Who still see others in chains

Who are trying in vain

To pay back the debts that we can't wish away

And I can't compensate the Machiavellian ways

That the rest of the world insists on operating

So I twist and I turn as I yearn to relearn

That it's more than a matter of waiting my turn

And at midnight I will walk among those

"Holier than thou" demanding

Flesh in the raw

While men made of straw

Argue in the dark for too long

And you know it by the way they type those first, last, and middle names

And I don't blame them at all

We happy few who die in love with

Cause over apprehension remember

Democracy's the dictatorship of whomever frames the question

"For who do you lock your doors my dear sweet friends?"

And I don't blame them at all...

Caffeine and THC, alcohol, melatonin in a symphony

Sleep will be the death of me but if I get there first say a prayer for thee...