and AI would only draw me fruity and cartoonish shit. This was the least messed-up picture I got from a lot of pictures.
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I used to see the fairies,
where the petal dancers spun
you could always find them
wherever flowers grew
and The Book of Nature trembled
When they were passing through
then they sent me off to school
So I could learn the truth
They fed me lies and ignorance
That killed the joy of youth
And now I don’t see faries
And now I don’t see elves
just the woven darkness
In which we hide ourselves
I wished I knew what I know now
Before I came this way
The treadmill turns and I run on
you have to pay to play
They told me I would be a man
That I must learn to play the game
But the other side has all the tools
Except the one that dig my grave
I get to do that on my own
when I cannot repay the loan
surely there’s another route
a secret door that lets me out
surely I can get away
from all the balls that are in play
I see the things in front of me.
that I must find my way around
I see the things that weigh on me
and force me down into the ground
Up we come and down we go
some law of physics I’ve no doubt
that keeps us in a mortal groove
and we cannot find our way out
They told me I would be a man
That I must learn to play the game
But the other side has all the tools
Except the one that dig my grave
I get to do that on my own
when I cannot repay the loan
Shit gets real and folks grow cold
a hard routine that holds us tight
in the grip of death’s embrace
look too hard you lose your sight
a donkey brays about his fate
a lover swoons and breaks his heart
Is this good or... is it bad?
I cannot tell the two apart
I’ve heard there’s something coming
and the atmosphere is humming
with the sound of something else
I must see it for myself
They told me I would be a man
That I must learn to play the game
But the other side has all the tools
Except the one that dig my grave
I get to do that on my own
when I cannot repay the loan
I used to see the fairies,
where the petal dancers spun
you could always find them
wherever flowers grew
and The Book of Nature trembled
When they were passing through
where’s the door to something new?
Is this the best a man can do?
to hope and pray he will survive
and God might find him still alive?
or else you’re coming back again
or else you’re coming back again
and Katie bar the door.
Katie bar the door...
