AfterLife@Madness

Feelings, they push words
Sometimes, these words hit worse than swords
Feelings, they push emotions
Sometimes, these emotions make revelations
#Yeah! These feelings push emotions in words.

It's often necessary to give yourself a new start and get back to that straight path you once began with. When your heart starts caving, blue skies turns pale and feelings turn dark in pain, you gotta sing without care. You gotta enter your AfterLife.

[Pick up the golden strings and start.]

I decide. To feel my lungs again.
I decide. To open my eyes in rain.
I decide. To scratch away disdain.
I decide to fight that war with my main.

I won't. Turn back.
I won't. Show what I lack.
I won't. Melt my rack.
I won't let that ruddy fire burn my crack.

I am. The war inside.
I am. The rising tide.
I am. The step of pride.
I am who lived when 'me' died.

I can't. Just shut it up.
I can't. Let it remain stuck.
I can't. Wear the cover of muck.
I can't let this world chase my luck.

You can. Count me out.
You can. See me running up against the crowd.
You can. Hate me till I begin to sprout.
You can do whatever to begin that bout.

I'm riding on my dark horses.
Hope makes blood change courses.
Far far away from circular torses.
I died. To come alive with new choices.

I'm ready now and waiting for the AfterLife.
[Lick your fingers and smash that string thing on the side wall. Leave.]