8.The Trumpet Player
Always in the way,
I think I've had enough of this
Why is everyone so cold and lonely？
Here I go again, I'll try
relating to the selfishly absurd
Take me for a ride and
leave me somewhere I can live
Without feeling everybody's sorrow
I want to feel the numbness
that surrounds most of our hearts
To feel like I am normal
while ripping lives apart
Somewhere on the way to degradation
I met a man who put me in my place
He said,'You will not see me
You'll know the truth
when you hear this trumpet play'
Doctor can you give me something
for my state of mind？
If we're all on the
same pill it's alright
'Sorry son you'll have to
walk this bridge without a crutch
We're out of medication,
the world is out of love'
Just then I heard something
from the distance
The trumpet player
sitting on the hill
He said 'I really do not
have an answer now'
Then vanished standing still
In the face on everyone
I saw a little madness
And decided not to
be part of that scene
The only way it seemed
Always on the wrong side of affection
We step on heads to
get mere than we need
Never understanding the afterglow
The reflection of our greed
Never understanding the afterglow
The reflection of our greed
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