I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy To rip my heart apart and start Planning my crash landing I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling Then I feel my soul start leaving Like an old man's hair receding I'm pleading, please, oh please On my knees repeatedly asking Why it's got to be like this Is this living free? I don't wanna be the one be the one to have the sun's blood on my hands I'll tell the moon Take this weapon, forged in darkness Some see a pen, I see harpoon

should I do a collage based on that song?