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
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