Black Swan

"What will grow crooked,
you can't make straight 
 It's the price 
that you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Cause this is fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And lay down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happenin
And that is fucked up
This your blind spot,
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't,

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
'Cause I'm right in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me
I am your black swan
But I made it to the top,
And this is fucked up
You are fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up"