Don't bother with their wisdom, don't bother with white lies.
I'm trying to deliver what's written in their eyes.
If the rot can't be stopped, then why not o why not,
Can't I swim with the tide but faster?
And you speak about the "Sanctity of Life".
While going out of your way to make someone's hell.

Say what you won't say. Tell what you can't tell.
Take back your kindness. Wait to be weightless.
Death to the future. My choice of freedom.
Hoping is... hopeless. Wait til I'm weightless.

I've been beaten at adult games too many times to mention.
Less and less is making sense. Not sure I was meant to get older.
If it's wrong to prolong what cannot here belong,
Can't I swim with the tide but faster?
Fairly soon I'll be wholly immune to the Hipster Disease of Blanking.
Writing an ode from no fixed abode is cruel on the ones who are STRONGER.
If it's bad to have had not an inkling of Glad,
Is it worse to want no more of Wanting?
If it's bad to have had not a smidgen of Glad,
Is it worse to want no more of Wanting?
And you speak about the wonders of your life.
As if indulgence needs a by-your-leave at all.
To be weightless...