The Raveness The Rocking Horse lyrics

The dark horses spun the carousel of their course. Circling
empowered, drooling vulgar hounds, galloping and
gallivanting without remorse. I was claustrophobic and lay
weeping, strangled and pleading, lower me at one of the
day's funerals.

As my legs trembled and in my head the blood began
clotting, as the wood of my coffin was awaiting the end of a
life left rotting I felt positively arthritic as I leaned against
the coldness backwards and forth I did the rocking horse.
The suffocated drum beneath my ribcage begged to stop
beating. In the corner, I was folded up like origami with my
head between my knees. Alone as my heart would tighter
squeeze, suffocating. I could not silence the internal
perpetual screaming of the rancorous words - backwards
and forth I did the rocking horse.

"Leave me alone" were the words I could hear as the
suffering leaped thoughts of suicide from my tears. With
crossed flooding eyes, I looked up to witness all of my
greatest fears.

I envisioned a rope as all they preached continued poisoning
the ears. I still feel him thrashing, I still see the bruises, live
with the scars and can't forget their phrases.

"I heard once upon a time she posed for pictures, I hear
once upon a time she had multiple abortions, well so and so
told me she's had more men than hot dinners! She is a
lunatic they all are when they are crying victim, everything
she does is but another desperate cry out for attention."

O' I too could have spread a lie or two in avenging distress,
but you are just dirt under the shoes of one more courteous.
With the one love I have, I have spent many joyful years, as
for pictures I could not pose when I, the dysmorphic am the
enemy of all mirrors.

What I see is not what you see, and it's with great thanks to
you for now my story remains out. All of you stand tall be
proud and be sure to shout praise me were famous! We were
the clout! Was it not this that you were bragging about?


Three cheers and give yourselves a pat on the back for all
those yesterday's when you made me feel worthless, you
made me feel defenceless. When I sat ripping at my hair as
the physician approaches "come up from the floor, there is
no one there". I could not hear for the palms that did
coverlet the ear, and I could never drown what was whirling
the thoughts behind every tear.

That was until I learnt to not give a care, I realised what a
pathetic troop of cowards you were. Now see what I have,
and you don't, go sulk in the corner.

This life of mine though it may not seem is now blooming
with unaffiliated success, o' yes indeed no longer may you be
entertained at my expense. The spotlight's on you now so
rake in that round of applause. The tempest that sways in
the way us ‘mad,' ones had back and forth.

As you now in chase run from your thoughts and without
remorse a victim now does laugh. Feel the wrath of many an
asylum sufferer, a father's broken son or daughter, the pain
inflicted by you and more which put a gun to the head of a
helpless mother.

Now after multiple written verses I understand the rumours.
I see now what back then I couldn't and find it utterly
hilarious. Of me, you were jealous? Well, I would be with an
ugly mug like yours though toxic individuals will never
admit it and how well to a toad face a personality does
match it.

O' how our roles have quickly gone in reverse and I have to
confess I do relish in the idea of how much it hurts. Time for
you to envy the corpse crave the grave the only way to rid
this curse. As you sway back and forth mounted high as you
like it of course. Enjoy while it lasts, you're doing the
rocking horse.