Drain Tune Crisis

I crave a chaotic,

messy display, Terrified utterly I'll expire right away!

Consumed by the whispers regarding my status,

Paralyzed wondering what folks think about us.

Exhaustion is pulling me toward resignation,

Abandoning everything for liberation— Yet everyone's faces would twist in disdain,

For what is my worth if not bearing the strain?

So sick of my adolescence evaporating fast,

Where is the fantasy promised at last?

If anybody advises me "cherish your prime," I'm bursting in weeping ahead

of my time! {guitar riff intro} And I freeze up completely,

defense mechanism dead, Anxious and helpless with storms in my head!

Exerting my utmost, contributing grace,

Receiving rejection right back in my face!

Endlessly tortured and bitterly cross,

Mourning the golden era's absolute loss!

The vanity bruising, the psyche undone— It's savagely brutal beneath the sun!

{full band explosion} Convinced that humanity shuns my existence,

Horrified viewing my flaws at a distance.

My circle consists of precisely a pair,

While nerves leave me trembling,

depleted of air! Affection is flowing toward folks I detest,

Detesting each melody drawn from my chest!

Unpolished, unbrilliant, completely inept,

While steering a vehicle sideways is left!

Exerting my utmost, contributing grace,

Receiving rejection right back in my face!

{chugging palm-muted bassline} Endlessly tortured and bitterly cross,

Mourning the golden era's absolute loss!

The vanity bruising, the psyche undone— It's savagely brutal

beneath the sun! {ultimate emotional

release} Fractured perception, shattered inside...

(Yeah, it's savage out here,

yeah, it's savage out here) And heaven knows where I should turn

to confide. Absolute lexical sovereignty.

Absolute messy reality. Tara,

Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.

{guitar feedback loop fading} {steady heartbeat pulse drums}