Normal is just a setting that is on the dryer, everyone is
either saint, sinner, or a liar.
No one's found it harder than me, to forget about them missing all the allegory,
fine figure it out do it for your sanity.
Dark,drab overrated sensibility, sacrificial, artificial melancholy, just snuff
it out quick or get hung up on your frailties
Martin Luther had it harder than me, going up against such bad chemistry, sure
opt on out join in the normalcy.
Bald as a peanut in a sunny city, I got a flak down jacket from deep under the
sea, well SPF30 gonna have you for dessert in a while, thats my style.
What is normal when you cannot exist, beyond what you cant see or choose to
resist, to be different you must open your mind.
Truly spoken, often broken words for free, read the naked truth about the Holy
City and you'll understand Who controls your destiny -- not me.