Alive
[Verse 1]
Is this is it for me?, have I finally won the war?
No simplicity, there's a bigger world from the shore
No Mama, I don't wanna die
I've been a good boy for a long while, can I just stay in bed?
Yes I know I've gotta face the light
I've been bleeding from the mouth down, all the things I shouldn't have said
[Verse 2]
All my life I've been a lie
Trying to keep a smile on my face, I've tried
It's hard to be somebody when there's no one here to notice, I've cried
When my thoughts take over I could never find some cover to hide
But at the end of it all there's a reason why I feel alive
[Chorus]
I'm not afraid of the dark I can tell you that I feel just fine
So when the stage lights fade, I'm the first one to tell 'em goodbye
There's a shadow in the room so I tell him that "you got the wrong guy"
So at the end of it all there's a reason why I feel alive
I'm not afraid of the dark I can tell you that I feel just fine
So when the stage lights fade, I'm the first one to tell 'em goodbye
There's a shadow in the room so I tell him that "you got the wrong guy"
So at the end of it all there's a reason why I feel alive
[Verse 3: Randy Feltface]
Must we try to carve a path through the tall grass
Feeling as though no one has ever felt how we feel
Terrified at what may be lurking low in the grass on either side of us, but just pressing ever onwards with that Paleolithic instinct deep within our chromosomes that the only way is forward
That you have to keep going
That eventually you'll stumble upon the edge of the field, hitch a ride from a passing car, and meet up with the rest of the gang for tea and sandwiches at the old town hall
Do we feel like the path we are carving through the grass is all our own?
Only to finally float above the field with the sweet relief of expiration and realize that the field is insignificantly miniscule in size
And that there's only one path through the grass
The exact same one that every human has trod before us and will ever after
Just stumbling blindly, along a tiny hyphen between the words "birth", and "death"
And when reduced to that level of crisp simplicity...
Fear cannot exist