Mr. Syd Barrett, where’ve you been?
Sit your ass down and give this record a spin
The two of us are more than just bricks in the wall
We went a little crazy and we lost it all
They say it was the LSD that sealed your fate
But I call BS, at worst it’s ableist hate
Someone in our bloodlines was fucky in the head
We had a world of potential, but potential’s all dead
Born against our will into an unfeeling world
That shamed us for never catching brass rings and pearls
We had poetry for miles, many stories to tell
About the warring nations and a planet called hell
And the injustices of sitting in a jail cell
When your one and only crime was being unwell
And the corporate slavery of the music industry
Publishing too, they were never into me
Misunderstood at best and pariahs at worst
Our creations came second, mental health came first
Could we survive the housing market as roommates?
Or would the landlords evict us like, “See you soon, mate!”
We might get on each other’s nerves more often than not
The darkness inside reveals as the brain rots
The mask comes off like a neurodivergent rebel
And we make the batshit music at the highest decibels
Neighbors would complain that we’re melting their brains
Gurgling their intestines, filling ears up with pain
Maybe this is better as a what-if scenario
Maybe this nutty movie should be filmed in aerial
Sorry I wasted time with a hypothetical
But to reach out to the world takes steel testicles
In a society that laughs like a pack of hyenas
At the hurting class for not kissing fascist ass
Who would want us to be their loyal friend?
They get millions of them when a hashtag trends
Born into this world and thrown out with the trash
It’s a society that will one day be climate changed to ash
