Algebra Suicide - Incorrigible | Текст песни

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• Algebra Suicide
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It's because it's fun, and what's it to you?
It's because I was being told too many times that the world is flat
When I think it's more like a rhombus or a beehive shape.
It's because I know the good die young and I'm not up for sainthood.
Not enough time left to become immortal or revered in this lifetime.
It's because it takes guts and balls, will and definition,
An attitude that one can do no wrong and if one should, you're willing to admit it and ask forgiveness,
Which is granted easier than permission to do it in the first place.
It's because I have to live every day like it's my last, because it may be.
Being secretly weak and feebleminded, ready to step out in front of a moving truck
Or get hit at random by that asteroid headed for earth.
It's because I still think that anything that shines is bright and notice any peculiarity in common life
And anything, just everything, seems so ridiculous I want to screech, laughing.
It's because I've estimated how many weekends are left in my life and it's hardly a staggering number.
It's because I remember my mother being my age,
And because I know too many dead people that shouldn't be gone.
And I know too many live people that shouldn't be here.
It's because I could never hurt anyone: don't know how, never will.
It's because you think it's charming, and because I don't know how else to be.
It's because it's worked in the past. It's because it's working now, begging your attention.

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