Testo di Suppression

This can't last, the bravado He misdirects, exits stage left to rapturous applause And yet he hangs his head No-one knows the inside of your room So try it once more with perspicacity How am I meant to breathe With suppression in the form of enigmatic peers? Leave me by the bed where the daffodils are for the rest of the year Try to be remarkable Despite the fact you've been left behind in the cold Lost in noise and dull periphery And while you wait for your turn You start to sweat And as you lose your grip, don't try to dig your heels in to the cliff How am I meant to breathe While the rest of you look on at me? How am I meant to breathe With suppression in the form of enigmatic peers? Leave me by the bed where the daffodils are for the rest of the year