I'm dancing barefoot, bridges fall
My bones tear my skin apart, I feel them digging through
So easily they stab through my flesh
I wish I could rip myself out of my head, crush the voice box of my mind
hand death to that choking awareness
With just as little effort

I think then I would be happy

Happiness without thought may be bliss, it's also death, See the bridge falls down, and it topples on top of you, but you never knew it was there, it's death, it's death, it's death, So take your pick, madness or bliss, either way
*It's death for you in the end