The Normals

Doesn't want to be one of The Normals
He wants to creep with the mysterious crowd
Jet black hair against pale skin
It's stark contrast he craves
He wants to be darker than night
Basking in the glow of the black light...

Black cloaks on the beach
Mix like sickness on a sunny day
And when his fever breaks
He'll see it's just a sunny day
Where's the gloom and the doom
He's sick of all these happy days
When his fever breaks
Doesn't want to be one of The Normals

He's not 9 to 5
He wants to wake at noon
They won't trap him
They can't change him
They won't take him too soon
Some call him a pagan
Disciple of the moon

Black cloaks on the beach
Mix like sickness on a sunny day
And when his fever breaks
He'll see it's just a sunny day
Where's the gloom and the doom
He's sick of all these happy days
And when this fever breaks
Doesn't want to be one of The Normals

Why pursue happiness when depression's so easy to find?
Who needs friendship when solitude's so close at hand...
Who needs ecstasy when there's pools of confusion to drown yourself in...
I've been there
Been through it all

Don't want to be one of The Normals
Don't want to be one of The Normals
Doesn't want to turn out normal
Doesn't want to be one of the Normals
Don't want to be one of The Normals



Credits
Writer(s): William Cote
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