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I’m sick of this warm and sunny weather,
if it were raining it’d be better.
I want to stand upon the heather
watching the storm tear the grass asunder
between the lightning and the thunder
and now, now I’m going under,
to a place that’s nothing but me.

I want to fall through the rabbit hole,
forget you for whom the bell tolls,
let this body leave alone my soul.
Kick reality while it’s down
grind ‘life’ with your heel into the ground,
and I’ll scream out to make a sound
from a place that’s nothing but me.

The roads die by without pause,
we’re trapped behind this unknown cause
of snarling fangs and bloody paws.
Loud and high the animal cries
wings stretch out to span the skies
I’m through with all these damning lies,
I’m in a place that’s nothing but me.