A prism spectrum above the land

I'm looking up, now spinning out, we're flying up, and crashing down

The mountains tower, but they're beneath us

White patterns break, past summers snake

There's reason to believe that I'm making this up

I'll go back to make loud noise in my room

There's reasons for the sounds I produce

I'll go back to loud things in my room

I promise they're just ugly to you

I'm just making loud noise in my room

I'll just make more loud noise in my room

Shouldn't stay inside for too long

Life is only everything that you do, so make it something worth remembering

Wake to the feeling of cat friends

They're running off, no stopping them

My blanket's gone, I'm feeling cold

They look at me, I'm an enemy

They know what's inside, bursting outside

Nothing saves me from my insides

I'll go back to make loud noise in my room

There's reasons for the sounds I produce

I think that my reasons are all true

I hope that I convey things to you

These noises make up things I call songs

These songs make up places I can call home

Look at me, I'm making noise in my room

I'll do it, make a song about you

I'm going broke, I'm losing my hair

I don't think you will even care

Can you hear me ruining both of my ears?

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