Emotions grow thick in these pressured times
Swirling ever more in a tireless tunnel
I feel my bones weakening with every breath that I take
I grab on to the rail on the side of me for comfort
But deep inside I am ousted
When I see that face make contact
It seems to me that life is laughing at me
It is as if a clown had pointed his long finger
And casted his strong high pitched laughter
That seems to provoke the whole crowd to join in
She has me at her feet in dreadful mercy
But I mustn't dear look aloft my shoulders
Or she who relinquishes will do so on to me
Thus forcing me to cave in
There in lies madness, death, hatred, and pity
