The Slow Descent Into Madness/Albatross

All the thoughts draped in my head
Be better off if I was dead
All the reasons I should stay
Only lead me to dismay

I'll get old and I'll be cross
Send me over albatross
Push me off of the edge
Please take me my only friend, my friend

The wheels are turning and on fire
Of all the fickle sour desires
Combusted oil for the flies
Makes it easier to lie
The wheels are turning and on fire
Of all the fickle sour desires
Makes it easier

Truth be told I'm rather sad
But it's easier to be mad
There's many things I wanna run from
Those said things I'd be undone from
All the thoughts draped in my head wishing for me to be dead
All the reasons I should stay
I'll make a home for them to play

For them to play
For them to play
For them to play
For them to play



Credits
Writer(s): Carlo Darwent
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