Out of my head

They dressed me in armor, they crowned me in brass,

But I’m sipping champagne from a shattered glass.

The chandeliers flicker, the pews disapprove,

I live in secrets they’ll never approve.

A hymn in the wrong cathedral, a violin out of tune,

The carnival flame hidden in faith.

So wreck my world with a soul’s collapse,

Trade my crown of thorns for a relapse.

I’m out of my head, I’m fading in light,

Took a left when I want to go right.

I’m the graffiti on parchment scrolls,

A carnival soul in fractured roles.

They preach armor, I bleed confetti,

A tragedy staged with a grin unsteady.

I’m out of my head, I’m fading in light,

And if society is the gospel, then I’ll preach in disguise,

I can only see it from my eyes.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you,

When I say goodbye.