Standing on top of my only imagination
Nobody cares about my happy elation
Nobody cares about Flymos and jet packs
Or the laundry service in Hotel Lumberjack
I could end it all right here right now
But i'm sure i'd be too scared somehow
To take my fate into my own hands
And too reap destruction on the far below sands

Of the beach
It seems out of reach

for me

One steps two steps it's just like a triple jump
descending descending I am landing with a thump
Dislocations galore and many broken bones
Death of course but now I can mortgage my home