The world's a pitch black room.

I dance through this room,

Eyes closed, but my mind wide open.

Birds chirp, trees sway in the wind.

My mind runs as wild and free

As the stream that flows beneath my feet. 

The world's a pitch black room.

I dance through this room,

My eyes open.

I see the world as it is.

I stumble, I fall. 

The foul and disturbing images showing 

The crippling pressure of society to be

NORMAL

PRETTY

THIN

FIT 

WELL BEHAVED

STRAIGHT

CHRISTIAN

PERFECT

All these expectations close in around.

My mind is closed.