Schrodinger's Song

Relax, sit back, and crack a smile

Laugh and wonder what good is a song that no one will hear

This cursed world, giving life to things just to watch them disappear

I should've been a pair of ragged claws

But instead I know too much, too much

I've seen too much, too much

Children weeping as they're beheaded by savage laughing men

Children weeping as they hold cold mothers

We blow a kiss and it's lost in the wind

I try to hold on to the carousel

In a dizzying hysteria of light

I find I'm god

And I hurt myself

For my own sin of creation

I'm beginning to lose my grip, sweetheart

Love is a beautiful fleeting thing

It's all I want but I fear it's a gift on borrowed time

I laugh at my paper-mâché perils

As they rattle in the wind

And they laugh too