This is absoloutley normal

It seems everytime my hands touch the paper
This serial killer font compliments my carpal tunnel syndrome

With loss of courtesy
And dwindling respect
I'm spitting on whatever i see fit

And stepping on all of the little people, the ones who made us who we are
They've become abstract in our eyes so they become extinct

I hope you're happy when im laughing
And if not, you're not on my side
(If this were majority votes, this'd be a major mindfuck)

So grit your teeth and close your eyes
As all our memories come rushing by

I'm not the same and life is imitating art
Ive become a surreal piece that resembles the scream
Twisted and grotesque- the armor of all great leaders

A sword of pride, ripping through all of our ribs
So i guess this is goodbye with an added bonus

Watch me shed a tear, look me in the eyes
I'm dead inside
Can you find the culprit?

Swaying arms like the cult i learned to love
Tell me if i go to far on this one....

I'm watching people free fall to the end
Letting it all go with their flailing arms
And sometimes i wonder if they did it because they just did it for flying

But this is all nonsensical lyrics
Like that serial killers serenade he just transformed into a novel

-With Love, Derrick