PANTHER

You wanna be my friend? Come visit me, I'm right here Here in the deep end Storm-born, lull-bred, semi-tamed We seem to be the same but I pretend Raw muscle in a noble frame Graceful and wild, I'm feline In a world gone canine And so I'm holding my breath Just waiting for the lull to end It was the wild who once ruled this world Now the paper people try their best to keep it conserved With their papers and pens, scissoring pretty pink pins Keeping it tidy and trimmed like a big paper bin Ahh (like a big paper bin) Ahh (like a big paper bin) How does it feel to be you? Say, how does it feel to be you? Anyway Who the hell do you think you are? Medicating everyone who's operating on a faster speed than you are? Sure, you may be right We might be burning our candles in every end But what the fuck, at least we burn, right? You? Well, meanwhile you're just standing there Just watching it, just measuring and harvesting its flame Snuffing it while pretending to be defending normality A never ending story of whatever you call sanity Calling us defective, really? Well, I just keep burning clutch Trying to keep the slower pace of you The so-called normal, the so-called effective How does it feel to be you? She once asked me I said, I feel like a panther Trapped in a dog's world How does it feel to be you? She once asked me I said, I feel like a panther Trapped in a dog's world How does it feel to be you? She once asked me I said, I feel like a panther Trapped in a dog's world How does feel to be you? She once asked me I said, I feel like a panther Trapped How does it feel to be you? She once asked me I said, I feel like a panther Trapped in a dog's world (How dows it feel to be you) a dog's world (She once asked me) a dog's world (I said, I feel like a panther) a dog's world (Trapped) a dog's world