The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing,nAll the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me.nnAnd the news is a distorted view through someone else's glasses,nReprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV.nnAnd are you the type to let yourself get scared?nWe all go swimming naked, or at least strip to our underwear,nAm I the type to miss you when I'm gone?nWell I guess it won't be that long...nDriving to strange places,nSeeing even stranger faces and am I the type to let myself complain?nnEverything is so foreign and so I plug my guitar into a broken amplifiernI am happy, I am sane and I am growing every day in every single way...nnAnd I'm already gone,nAnd I'm feeling so free,nI will sing my victory song.nAWOOHOOHOO!