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When i was a boy i was just a little younger
i held the knowledge that i soon would be a man
i saw this place with a look of sheer disgrace and the wind said son just do the best you can
i was placed under arrest for my own concepts
i was tossed into a cell of my own brain
i burned my share of the earth into the air
until only dirty ashes would remain

If i could have left with ounce of my own breath left in my lungs i swear i would have screamed you name
but that was not the case so the blue crept to my face i heard you whisper things will never be the same

i try to tell myself they're only passing shadows
i try to lie and tell myself im not afraid
but they strike so true that there's little left to do but muster courage to go outside in the day
and if i breathe i fear its only as a figment
of my imagination coming up with cause
cuz i've come to see that a life of pure analogy can only end a mind up leaning wrong

if i told you i was crazy would you go ahead and leave
if i told you i was leaving would you try and pick my brain
i bet you would start to laugh right when i told you it was easy
well you're not the only one who's getting shy when seeing sun
in fact i've conjured up an army of the same
so when i tell you something true trust the fact that we're all two
cuz i've never found a more productive way