TV Tantrum
Click-clack, the LCDs
Quiet, the fears in me
I'm the sane one
This is my celebration
In here, I am a God
I'll take, all you have got
Without reason
No room for conversation
Now I lay you down to sleep
Hush my rage you are not me
Quite surprised that I'm upset
At something I'll just forget
What was it?
Rain drops, and furry things
Numbers, that fill my veins
Temporary
It's ordinary
I'm alright
I'm alright
Now I lay you down to sleep
Hush my rage you are not me
Quite surprised that I'm upset
At something I'll just forget
What was it?
What was it?
What was it?
What was it?
It's me
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