Suggestions, not by Orelia Has Orchestra

I cannot hear, I refuse to see,

I seek suggestions

for it only takes a second for my heart to come crumbling down

I cannot feel, I refuse to be

I seek suggestions

for reality is has adapted itself to a mundane life

full of grey skies and crummy people

I seek suggestions

a world of cobbled streets and street lamps

or artist, and painters and poets

who drink and make merry

of food fit for the gods and where lovers never cease loving

I seek suggestions

and then bang!

I awaken, I awake

to the dull sour air in around me

a life of mediocrity, where I long to be released

I seek suggestions

I am suggested

that there is more to life than this...