Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For god we've suffered for so long
Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on
Note - I'm not saying I want to be dead, this is just something that's been stuck in my head all day...
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As others were---I have not seen
As others saw---I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view
EAP-Alone