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.

Pop punk flamboyance, male