but i'd rather be deafened by it than be without
the pounding of the drums
in my inside parade
will make my ears bleed
i can not dissuade
the music from playing
the beings marching out
i cut myself open
to see what it's about
it's a festival for me
my worlds have been hiding
for oh, so very long
and now they are emerging
starting with a parade
a startling stampede
the banging and crashing
makes me fall from my feet
everything's in disarray
but at least i'm coming out
i'd rather burst out open
than be stitched together by doubt
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