paroles de chanson Why - Jarv

Windows, life's a lack thereof
Their love as well, in a cell, I bear hug myself
With a single shredded out, I cast the angels out
With a long list complaints, I find a way to shout the beta data's out
Raid the town
My bedroom, the ceiling providing headroom
But benounced to most humans, the booming thundercloud is tumorous
Zooming in this cranium signals fire through the wiring
Fetal position, trying to find a way to make it humorous
"Who is this?" I say to a new friend Arachne affiliates delegate
Little bits of life without the strife of fighting litigates
Without a single shit givin', he applied his AP to the giant
"Hey mom, I made a new friend today." She figured I was lyin', but
That's typical, average, nothing new
Bland gray or on a good day, maybe a dark shade of blue
Made it through the first quarter, see if I make the half
The voices in my head laugh, and yeah, I hate them, too
Yeah, so funny right? That's what I thought
I count sheep, but without sleep will gather I've lost
Watch the watch click,
Feelin' my head pound to the sound of the tock tick
Whether they lose they all insist I lost it
But somethin' about some marbles, never got that part
Guess I never cared to learn, too scared to bare the burden
In a room full of cobwebs, I talk sense to myself
I'm the only one who listens, I don't pretend with myself
That's alright, I found salvation in the dripping of the pipes
The creaking of the walls and the ceiling overhead
Overheard dead men talking, but do you believe that?
I'm just another dead man walking and I need laughs
Come on, bring 'em in. Yeah, I need laughs
Heh heh heh heh

Bumpin' Dark Side of the Moon
In the dark side o' my room
Where the moonlight looms
Until intrinsic in my center
Gloomy, to say the least
But I call it home
Half the time, you'll find me
Hidin' from ominous undertones
Thunder booms
Bang crash, insane brash the [domes?
] Laugh when I'm all past the point of no return, still I yearn
But what for? I don't know, I'm not sure
The locked doors keep me concealed in
Skin havin' a massive lack of pigment
This is the underlying lack of self-esteem
This is the under enunciated lack of sleep
This is the unestablished meaning of talk is cheap
This is a description of me and my being

This isn't a comedy and for those of you who broke the rules and
Overused a crude lack of self control abused that dude with the
Stone cold blues and drew proof of puny existence, is this real? Why?

This isn't a comedy and for those of you who choose to bruise,
Batter and shatter brain matter with laughter I have to capture the
Fractured fragments and fractions averaged out
Adding up to the sum of another cat past tense

This isn't a comedy and there's apparently a set level of inherent
Hilarity barely seen by me objectively staring into the scary scene
Primarily impairing me granting me an
Embarrassing sense of immense barbarity

This isn't a comedy so if you'd please be so kind to dig into your
Own mind, reroute, rewire the [mire tied?
] To the clothesline because what's
Happening is actually not meant to be happening
So why you laughing?
Seriously. Why you laughing?
Stop