Death While Standing

You're ruthlessly talked into leaving

My humble abode but still you're not welcome home no more

And you said you felt a hundred million years had passed

Do you know how to pass the time?

With your insufferably written rhymes

And so, the world's a paradox

On the contrary motion

Comfortability arose then?

So who'd you think you are, Goldilocks?

Don't let them down

With your Agincourt fingers and frowns

I'm like a target on a rifle range

Wrap my head like a snake but it's not too late

You're late, and face to face with fate

It's strange, I'm such a state

For you, For you

And in a cult crash landing

Can you hear the endearing fans chanting?

The more you push it, you push it and cause another death by standing