PANTHER

You wanna be my friend?

Well 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 willed 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

L I K E A B I G P A P E R B I N

Aaaaaah

(Like a big paper bin)

Aaaaaah

(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 it 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 does 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