Its midnight and I’m staring at overcast skies
Pointless to try and get some rest but I can’t close my own eyes
Those heavy clouds that block the moonlight, They cover my cries
Same way this world wants to rewrite my mind with whitewashed lies
To spiritually destroy me, reward me, and give me glory
For my passivity and docility or otherwise they’ll scold me
But servility, it really ain't that far from slavery
Yet this complacency, frees me from my sensibility
And the its idea that I'm controlled by my oppressing climate
That allows me to be a helpless recluse, depressing and quiet
A calm state of melancholy I call it,
Its something I hate to admit, that I fell in love with when first I saw it
The most sorrowful rains always beckoned my presence
Eversince the merciless sun shone on my first lamet
I knew contentment didn’t belong for too long, It's too easily spent
And that while my life was falling apart, the world moved on
So I eagerly sought out the pouring rain to play my heart’s somber songs
