The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing, all the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me. The news is a distorted view through someone else's glasses, reprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV. And are you the type to let yourself get scared? We all go swimming naked, or at least strip to our underwear, am I the type to miss you when I'm gone? Well I guess it won't be that long... Driving to strange places, seeing even stranger faces and am I the type to let myself complain? Everything's so foreign and so I plug my guitar into a broken amplifier I am happy, I am sane and I am growing every day in every single way... And I'm already gone, and I'm feeling so free, I will sing my victory song. AWOOHOOHOO!