Slave Heart Be Mad

My mind is Brave

But my heart a Salve

When Notions are consolidated in the Head

Then my heart is playing Dead

In between the both, Me

Trying to flee I'm trying to be Free

My pitch is in the Allergo State 

And The Music died its Fate

Please pity please Treat me the Same

I wasn't the One what I have became

When People were cool with Man buns

Now loved are those with Machine Guns