That all my life on the fence has made this lens so clear to me
A 360-degree perspective of serenity
Now, every hue can be seen, from blues to greens
To all that’s in between
Agony never really was the chic

Now, all the time that I've spent in lamentation messed with me
Now, there’s no noose to be tied that could pinpoint my complexities
(Oh, say you won't miss me)
Oh, all the weight can bе braced by that which breaks
When tiеd more carefully
I’ll share what is gone and wear it on my sleeve

And yes, as I’ve said
No, I’m not so blind that I might find this light and think it’s for me
No, I’m not naive
I see the shrieks of the damned and the meek
That still are yet to be
But I’m just a brain, and some blood, and some electricity
And if I’ve got eighty fucking years before the sleep
Oh, can you blame me for crying heresies?

I can’t abide by the line that you’ve made
I’ll live in love, you live in hate
You can deal in rage
You can judge your neighbour and pray
And he may not be mine, but at least I can be kind
While the world around me spins on a dime, time by time
What’s the shame in trying to be true to myself in this living hell?
Humanity goes both ways

And I’m all too well-aware of the lucky cards I’m holding
And I’m all too safe from the chains and the scathing scoldings
And I see the watering eyes from those still denied, whose hands quake as they’re folding
An all-silent scream, covert streams; tears yet unseen beneath a poker face
You’ll be yourself one day

And perhaps, in time, these rhymes will seem so absurd and dated
(And I know we’re not there yet)
And perhaps amends will be made for the ones who waited
(The beaten and hated)
But I can’t help crying when I see the cruel crush the kind and leave this world serrated
(The meek are frustrated)
Can we carve a version averse to those doomed to hurt the fools who dared be them?
Or will it be too late then?