I see sunlight as a shining dark metaphor
where people should be sleeping instead of behaving
There I choose to sleep when the sun is high
And when conscience is ripe for the taking
I see people as flowers in a strange garden
where they wither or laze in their vivid glory
There I choose to water their roots with gasoline
So there would be fireworks whenever there's a tragedy
I see myself as a crack of thunder in strange hours
where there would be nobody around to hear me roar
There I choose to be shadow instead
So I would ignore the blind and deaf forevermore
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