To Have or to Be - Museum

This is a crisis

With ticking time, calendars and cannonballs

So I question what this life is

teenage dreams of fame, the motorway or swimming lanes

There’s a problem to my crisis

it lasted 22 years, 7 months, and 7 days

Still I wonder where my mind is

with all that ticking time, calendars and cannonballs

I’m ten times sore

Hoping it’s a star, no satellite that blinds me

I’m very bored

Fighting myself much harder than I fight them

It’s in my TV screen, in my self-esteem,

my forgotten dream, in the things I’ve seen

In the things I don’t see anymore,

in the death I’m trying to ignore

In the tuned up cars, in the teenage whores,

in the words I say without a cause

In the credit cards, in the desperate hearts,

in the hollow words, in the pop-star

Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here,

Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here

Who can?

So analyze this analysis

When the rockets come in everyday form

and I’m still not gone

It seems I’not much of a good time

With my worried mind (be happy) and my cannonballs

I’m ten times sore

Hoping it’s a star, no satellite that blinds me

I’m very bored

fighting myself much hard than I fight them

It’s bitter to consider

that it’s myself and not the world that kills me

It’s bitter to consider

that it’s myself and not the world that kills me