I know crazy shit in your head will make you feel dead
all the buzzing screens with their televisions' set to noises on screams
I can play 3 chords and let it all be ignored
hearing ravenous screams, thinking god what could I have been
seeing the words in my head, pass me by as I crave
little chords instead
and nothing that I can't feel before

happy chaos it rings again, my only friend
a sad injection to my weary mold that I just sold
did I make a bad lie, or is it a mess that I'll die with
happy chaos
happy chaos
happy chaos

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