My brain is out of place, But we are all people, all apart of the human race, We cannot erase ourselves from what we must face, The lace of string that forms the mood swings and the thing that could be called the ring of life, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Let's strive, Trust me, You will survive, Even if you do not feel alive, You will soon dive into the happy vibe in the tribe that you cannot even describe, Nor will you ever think to bribe, Oh you must be getting tired, all wired in undesired wishes, Sounds a little vicious, but theres one more thing, If you lie countless times, Be prepared to die in the earliest day possible.