Socrates is Dead

They came with both hands drawn said they’d put a whole in my head
I covered up and said that they’re talking to a tired lonesome man
Give me something to hold onto in this comical world
I don’t think I don’t eat I’m just a bird who eats plants

They might be right I’m hysterical
But I believe I’m young and not ready to give up
My mother’s right I’m not original
But I believe my fragile body won’t give up

I began Socratic assumed they’d respond constructively
I sat up they laughed at me and explained that my friend Socrates is dead
They pushed and pulled me down I swallowed air I couldn’t breathe
I don’t eat I don’t sleep I’m just the only man who understands

They might be right I’m hysterical
But I believe I’m young and not ready to give up
My mother’s right I’m not original
But I believe my fragile body won’t give up

Of course I war inside my mind sometimes (sometimes the blue pill looks better)
And I just want to get away
Get away from it
But peace of conscience it wins every time (It’s time I love the things I know)
I’m pushing forward
Find a way
Find a way to it

They might be right I’m hysterical
But I believe I’m young and not ready to give up
My mother’s right I’m not original
But I believe my fragile body won’t give up