Writhing silently through the night,
In it's eyes, a pale green light,
Desperate for a taste of love,
Oblivious to the world above,

Upon the waste of ancient decay,
It crawls forgotten, lit by somber grey,
Nearly all emotion now obsolete,
Yet loneliness is bitter-sweet,

In the depths of the world, light forever will fade,
The corpse of a man in-which life has betrayed,
Writhing silently through the night,
Harbouring a visage of sickly delight...

Quick! Call the ambulance,
I need it really bad,
For I am suffering from the turbulence,
I'm not wearing my knee pad,

Lights and sirens dance around,
I see spaceships around my head,
What is that ominous sound?
Quick! I'm almost dead.

Here comes the emotion,
From all the direction,
Delicately apply eye lotion,
And Begin to Cru...

All that is sad has a happy,
So don't be too worried,
Just don't be snappy,
Continue to Cru...

Some feelings have hurt,
And I feel all pain,
It's time to gaze up from the dirt,
And triumphantly stop the Cru.

As I stand and watch the world pass by,
I often stop and in confusion cry,
For people seem to have gone insane,
And to this day I can't say why,

I often dwell in emotional trauma,
And am drowned in life's perpetual drama,
I find myself engulfed in sorrow,
While others share the intellect of llamas.