My Descent Into Madness

Springfield's looking pretty dusty today

I see their dreams coming undone

The view from inside ward nine affords this much

A town teeming with the unloved

Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight

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Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost

Have a not so nice day

The jacket makes me straight so i can just sit back and bake

You know i think i'm gonna stay

Talking very loud but no one hears a word i say

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Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock

And then you'll see how i am not the crazy one

Voices tell me i'm the shit

Twenty days go by and every day looks the same

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I'm the shit