Mundane, Mundane so stupidly Mundane.
Always filled with boring pain,
and trying to find ways to complain.
Everything I do is in vain,
because there is so victory to gain,
there is no villain to restrain.
Mundane, Mundane so Averagely Mundane.
Bus cards and a life so plain,
let me escape from these mortal chains.
I want to take a trip on a plane,
or see how they built a crane,
maybe even see Superman stop a train.
Mundane, Mundane so Oddly Mundane.
Lipstick like a stain,
kiss a lover in the rain
Have feelings so strong, I can’t contain,
with butterflies fluttering, I ignore my brain,
one day I wish I could walk down that white lane.
Mundane, Mundane so Beautifully Mundane.
I love my time being mundane,
I don't need to explain,
why I now love being mundane.
Because one day in your domain
the reason will flood you brain,
and you will try to retain...
Why you hated...being mundane.
Let the so-called disharmonized melodies
Take away my intelligence quotient,
Let it send me away mentally, imaginatively.
Let the so-called unhealthy disease of epilepsy
Rob away the skepticism in human beings (away from me),
Let me feel and think deeply, more than averagely.
Let the so-called risk of illness
Envelope my physical body’s final moments of life.
Let me feel as if it’s a way of finding God personally again.
Let the so-called disorderly depression
Teach me the existential meaning of loneliness,
Let me feel down, but I believe I can turn it all around and ‘round.