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Sickness and Sadness, part I
What the fuck is in the air
It smells like tears
and sounds like screams
The youth has breathed in all attention
taught together in mental isolation
maybe by a leader?
an Emo Screamo leader?
Their music cannot kill them,
But oh, how they wished it could
love them blind them make them cry,
Touch the cold inviting sky-
And look up to the 'sad' man on the screen
For he says he hurts too,
What choice do they have
But to sing with the tune?
Get this disease away from me.
