growin' up

well

i stood stone-like at midnight

suspended in my masquerade

and i combed my hair till it was just right

and commanded the night brigade

i was open to pain and crossed by the rain and i walked on a crooked crutch

i strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched

i hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd

but when they said

sit down