Track 4 of Fatigue in Red EP, an indie rock/post-rock album I made. For some reason the lyrics took a really dark turn that I was not expecting, but I like what I did with the music anyway.

Here's the whole album:

Fatigue in Red EP
1. Run Tod Run: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14954995/
2. My Sleepworlding Infection: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14956238/
3. Facing Fear with Disillusionment on My Face: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14962737/
4. How to Calm the Panicked Beating of a Massive Heart: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14962775/
5. Copper Silver Gold: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14962817/

Lyrics:

I'm not ready to lose this body yet.
But don't cry when I leave here,
Don't cry when I leave here.

Don't we have rights like the rest of the kingdom? Well you know we have backbones too.
Doesn't the concept of evil just come from the fact that a thing can suffer?

(You know something's wrong when the logic doesn't add up but nobody seems to be paying any attention to it.)

What have they lost by filling their TV screens with people's faces?
What have they lost by condemning to failure the ones they just couldn't tame?

They forget how much pain they keep putting us through when the violence assumes an innocent guise,
When they see statues of hate and see the spearman in the center
And the slain pushed off to the side.
Heraldric animal cruelty just comes off as a shock, well you know maybe that's not the best ideal.
We've grown up since then, the epics were backwards for us in just the worst way.
Perhaps it's best to live for today instead of yesterday.

(You know you're a little off when TV commercials talk to you like you're someone you're not.)

What have they lost by filling their TV screens with people's faces?
What have they lost by forcing everyone around them to follow the same patterns?
Maybe it's not the system and the science that make what we so love.
Maybe it's not the statements we claim and the facts we say are always true.

Feel this mud sting in the cuts made in my scales
And in the holes made in my wings.
Only now could victory feel so wrong.
Only now could this story feel so wrong.

Don't cry when I leave here.
Don't cry when I leave here.

This will never make sense.