With the lilacs in the alleyway
I share bit of thought
Persecuted for my habits
And I tie my twisted knots
There's a beauty in the ugliness
Of company alone
'Cause in some of us this way
Is all we've known

Some must walk the walk
Ashamed of all the choices they have made
They must feel a horrid desolance
To never feel the shade
But the monarch doesn't really care
The sprig on which it lands
It just knows to avoid the weaker strands

Well the wrong way's
All just inside your head!
When you cast your debate
You will see!
That you're not alone, imprisoned
And you're fucking far from dead!
All you gotta do is believe!

Well the wrong way's
All just inside your head!
When you cast your debate
You will see!
That you're not alone, imprisoned
And you're fucking far from dead!
All you gotta do is believe!
Well the wrong way's
All just inside your head!
When you cast your debate
You will see!
That you're not alone, imprisoned
And you're fucking far from dead!
All you gotta do is believe!