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Dancing in the Psychedelic Monkey Museum

Dancing in the Psychedelic Monkey Museum

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Is the chaos inside us inevitable, or can we silence it by simply existing?

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Lyrics Dreaming at night, Only in white It's hard to decide that I'm dead or alive Wake me up now And Help me somehow To cast out the ghost that I keep trapped inside Wherever I may turn, The dream still won't break Wherever I may turn, I see some bodies shake I am a silent shell But inside, chaos starts to swell Still just a silent shell Trying to shape this endless yell I won’t wake on my own, If no one calls me home, Then I’ll stay right here just dancing in this Psychedelic monkey museum Psychedelic monkey museum Psychedelic monkey museum A bald man cracks this quiet room Crows fly low in velvet gloom And now it slowly melts in candy bloom Anything strange you see me as, I turn into a fragile glass I shatter into shards of skin, Then stitch myself with wires within. I don't care how it feels — the pain I just hope I wake again. My eyes open slow I start to wake A thirst in my throat that I cannot shake BUT I walk through the haze, To drink in the light, But someone stands there — and it’s me in plain sight And to you, this just looks like I'm sleeping While inside me, a new life was weeping Becoming something I no longer was dreaming It smiled with my teeth I don’t remember keeping Its form grew wild — both beautiful and bleeding Then it twisted into something strange and creeping Please, please let me go, I just want to be awake In this museum, all my fears are always on display I won’t wake on my own, If no one calls me home, Then I’ll stay right here just dancing in this Psychedelic monkey museum Psychedelic monkey museum Psychedelic monkey museum A bald man cracks this quiet room Crows fly low in velvet gloom And now it slowly melts in candy bloom Anything strange you see me as, I turn into a fragile glass I shatter into shards of skin, Then stitch myself with wires within. I don't care how it feels — the pain I just hope I wake again.