Liquid NitroJeanne of Arc - Credo lyrics

I have been a four-year-old for thousands of years now, championing my breakfast of ether, whispering to the stars, letting myself feel the singe of getting too close. I am capable of formulating a cohesive sentence--sometimes entire paragraphs! pages!--but ize sometimez talk like dis u guyzzzz. It would seem most advantageous for one to pick a voice, like a spouse, and hold tight, but this is simply not the case for me. Psychologically, really, it makes perfect sense. So in the great tradition of cla**ic artistic narcissism, I will deconstruct it for you: when ize talk like dis iz cuz ize so scurred o da world sometimezzzz! I fear repercussions, being held accountable for any errors I may make--in language, in life. Reverting to my child-self is an attempt at being more easily forgiven should I falter in any way. Upon this voice in which I speak now, the lash is potentially severe because, clearly, I know the rules and I should know better. ize not know fo realz doe! ize jus sometimez knowz! And love. It is easy to dismiss a formal voice, one that keeps its distance, one that follows every marauding adjective with a noun, and measures itself out carefully, as though in coffee spoons. but iz so hard to hatez lil girl jus trynna XOXO da worldz! an ize dat girl! I'm not ashamed to say that I dream with a ferocity that is sometimes detrimental. And that I believe in love. I believe in goodness. And if those things are not present, it's okay because I believe in believing. And it is my ardent belief that people are good. Yes, intermingled with the good is a myriad of conflict, like bits of eggshell in an otherwise perfectly divine omelet. But let us not forget that the omelet didn't make itself. So my plea is this, precious darlings of the infiniverse: never forget your child voice (u doesn't has to use it doe!), and whatever song you sing, whatever poem you write, whatever voice you claim (whether one, or many) -- may it always resonate with luzzzz. And... Don't be afraid to f** up. Just f** up. f** up a lot. f** up left and right. And f** a lot, too, if you want. (ize wantz!)