Did you get my message?
Everything's coming down.
Do you hear me?
I love the ugliness.
Let's bother everybody in the world.
I'll stand close to people,
You keep making a sniffing noise.
We'll change the world like this.
People should inhale my silence.
Get a plane and drop
buckets of paint everywhere.
Shut their complaints out.
I breathe stagnant air.
I see in dull colors.
But if the world was dull,
Then I'd see everything normally.
What is this burnt out feeling?
Are my fingers tired of lighting matches?
Do you hear my thoughts,
Or are your disgusting actions an impulse?
Stick to live television,
Stick to the teleprompter,
Be one of the normal ones,
But know you can go off script.