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.

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.

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...

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.