mad world
sad world
bad world with a cigareete in your hand
and a gun down your throat, pop off that cap
of that coke, let it slide down your throat
pooling in the pit of your coat
pocket it, lock it up and throw away the anecdote
that moves you from one being to another and
rides your waves into the next lover
loving every moment of your ten second fame
frame it and loathe it
because it grows upward and outward
branching out, limiting the route that you take
and moving you at a high speed rate
speed ball faster than a super nova,
from over the rainbow and down to the pit
with witch you write your wit and your lick
which sit like whips in the hand of someone more fit
for your position, transition forward and for warn those before you
that the cap in your lip and the trick you can’t flip
exist from things we don’t get
like this mad world
this sad world
this undying, full-flying bad world
that we create
from anger
from love
from up above we put our fate
when its down on the ground that preaches hate
and fear
hear the dawn coming fourth
the sun will come up, and the world will spin
until then keep running your pace
save face
lay waste to this earth, blame it on race
then look back and remember
one feather makes one part of a whole wing
and two wings make a bird take flight
a flight that moves mountains, making height their plight
the tallest leaf of the tallest tree
must be the happiest
stretched to the sun, with only clouds as blocks
reach forward and stretch to the ends of this earth
this world
this mad, sad, bad world
pull the trigger, flip the cap
and bloom out of the dust
up to the sun
fill your lungs with the rust of aged earth
and breathe
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
mad world
sad world
bad world with a cigareete in your hand
and a gun down your throat, pop off that cap
of that coke, let it slide down your throat
pooling in the pit of your coat
pocket it, lock it up and throw away the anecdote
that moves you from one being to another and
rides your waves into the next lover
loving every moment of your ten second fame
frame it and loathe it
because it grows upward and outward
branching out, limiting the route that you take
and moving you at a high speed rate
speed ball faster than a super nova,
from over the rainbow and down to the pit
with witch you write your wit and your lick
which sit like whips in the hand of someone more fit
for your position, transition forward and for warn those before you
that the cap in your lip and the trick you can’t flip
exist from things we don’t get
like this mad world
this sad world
this undying, full-flying bad world
that we create
from anger
from love
from up above we put our fate
when its down on the ground that preaches hate
and fear
hear the dawn coming fourth
the sun will come up, and the world will spin
until then keep running your pace
save face
lay waste to this earth, blame it on race
then look back and remember
one feather makes one part of a whole wing
and two wings make a bird take flight
a flight that moves mountains, making height their plight
the tallest leaf of the tallest tree
must be the happiest
stretched to the sun, with only clouds as blocks
reach forward and stretch to the ends of this earth
this world
this mad, sad, bad world
pull the trigger, flip the cap
and bloom out of the dust
up to the sun
fill your lungs with the rust of aged earth
and breathe
