Pressure. Madness. Snap.
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Up above us is an apocalypse; but Death’s loving kiss
Is rescuing us away, so sweetly, from all the madness
Nothing ever works right
The nurse said it wouldn’t hurt
The cannibal said she wouldn’t bite
And I thought she was just trying to flirt
You can almost hear it, “snap”, and you’re brain dead
Your mind is like a trap; you fell in and hit your head
He enjoyed himself, at his health’s expense
But pleasure does not come without pain
An unwritten rule that makes too much sense
And suspense of when it will arrive is insane
The day of the test is coming up but at night he stays awake
Like a starving humane vampire, he knows what is at stake
Depressed and stressed, both are always shown by the weight
And if that’s not enough, his period is already eight weeks late
You can almost hear it, “snap”, and you’re brain dead
Your mind is like a trap; you fell in and hit your head
With too much pressure trapped inside
What the hell do you expect to happen
It’s in you so there’s nowhere to hide
As you feel your bones start snappin’
After the snap you’re numb
Words just roll off your tongue
The pain would be welcomed if there was any
You just need a way out, and there are plenty
Dead people have so many less stressful decisions to make
How lucky would I be if I could just stay in bed all day
There’s not even need for a metaphor
It’s a newborn; she’s a liar, no denying
It’s a baby boy; you can tell she’s lying
By the near-silent quiver in her voice
Like the sound of when a newborn’s umbilical cord gives out
Just like that, “snap”, you heard the news by word of mouth
I may be completely insane now, but it’s okay
I’m still counting down the day ‘till our date
Don’t worry darling, you will be able to visit me every day
We won’t able to hug ‘till I’m well; I wish you could help me through this hell
But I’ll think of you as my straightjacket when I hug myself
And I promise I’ll always remember you, no matter how long my stay, I’ll wait
Dead people have so many less stressful decisions to make
How lucky would I be if I could just stay in bed all day
You can almost hear it, “snap”, and you’re brain dead
Your mind is like a trap; you fell in and hit your head
Your stomach is churning, tossing and turning
All night long, because something is horribly wrong
It’s not just a headache, your soul is burning
Stress takes your thoughts where they don’t belong
Dead people have so many less stressful decisions to make
How lucky would I be if I could just stay in bed all day
As we stand on our toes to reach Death’s romantic kiss
What’s left of our emotional souls leaves this madness
