This was a tough challenge since I'm the new guy and don't quite know everyone's style yet. I tried to write like ?'s style but who knows... Regardless, this is a fictional song about a struggling schizophrenic pyromaniac competing for the dominant personality that keeps winding up back at Monroe Street. I had fun toying with "I", "we" and "they" in the lyrics!
lyrics
I don't know where we're going
There's no one to lead the way
We're lost in the forest, nowhere to turn
I think we'll drop the match and let it all burn
Cause the wolves are closing
I'm cold from the fire
Thoughts run parallel and vision expires
There's no direction in front of our feet
And now I keep finding myself on Monroe Street
I walked through the door and heard what they said
Stellar transmissions were filling my head
Thorazine cocktails, straps and chains
Dynamic confusion is all that remains
Cause the wolves are closing
I'm cold from the fire
Thoughts run parallel and vison expires
There's no direction in front of our feet
And now I keep finding myself on Monroe Street
This place is prison, this place is hell
Seven identities locked in a cell
Sinking in static, gotta swim to the top
They're ready to commence and I'm ready to stop
Cause the wolves are closing
I'm cold from the fire
Thoughts run parallel and vison expires
There's no direction in front of our feet
And now I keep finding myself on Monroe Street
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