Each day I wake and almost wish I didn’t need to
Feels like the world around me only clings to what I can’t do.
Live through every moment just because I have to,
Always wishing I had something easy to run back to.
Don’t think I want to die, but so sick of trying to live.
So much about ‘humanity’ I simply can’t forgive.
A system run by nepotism,
A plutocracy of pessimism.
Only fuels my nihilism,
Can’t relate to symbolism.
Utilize these euphemisms just to euthanize my inhibitions.
“Run,” I hear, whispers from the corners of my mind.
Nowhere in this private space feels like a place I can confide.
“Never look back,” it persists.
Seems like every path is one I’d rather not exist.
We can cave in, give up, and let the drugs consume us.
Or we can buck up, sell out, and let the world abuse us.
By “we,” of course, I mean only me.
Not sure why it feels like I am my whole team.
Forever feeling like the two are separate;
Who I am and who I seem to be —
But both are getting desperate.
This earth is all a stage, and on it we all play. Acting like we ought to, doing as you say.
Acting like we love to, acting like we’d stay. Pretending isn’t ending,
It’s just finding brand new ways.
Pretend you’re glad to see me, pretend you’re feeling fine.
Pretend that you support me, pretend you stand behind.
This life we know is asinine,
Only matters how much brighter you can shine than someone else.
Brilliance is bought, but resilience is earned.
Can’t seem to put to practice anything we’ve learned,
Bloodbaths paint bodegas while we observe in awe and gloat.
What else could we expect to keep deceit afloat? Change the channel every morning, forget yesterday’s synopsis.
Something new at which to scream illegible responses.
No longer spending what we’re earning,
Rather earning what we’re spending.
Increasingly eager to create illusions we’re not lending.
The cycle of mankind is hastily ending,
Our bitter end so rapidly descending.
Too much to repent for, guess I’ll see you all in hell.
So much left to say,
Yet somehow nothing left to tell
Except, perhaps, “oh, well.”
Feels like the world around me only clings to what I can’t do.
Live through every moment just because I have to,
Always wishing I had something easy to run back to.
Don’t think I want to die, but so sick of trying to live.
So much about ‘humanity’ I simply can’t forgive.
A system run by nepotism,
A plutocracy of pessimism.
Only fuels my nihilism,
Can’t relate to symbolism.
Utilize these euphemisms just to euthanize my inhibitions.
“Run,” I hear, whispers from the corners of my mind.
Nowhere in this private space feels like a place I can confide.
“Never look back,” it persists.
Seems like every path is one I’d rather not exist.
We can cave in, give up, and let the drugs consume us.
Or we can buck up, sell out, and let the world abuse us.
By “we,” of course, I mean only me.
Not sure why it feels like I am my whole team.
Forever feeling like the two are separate;
Who I am and who I seem to be —
But both are getting desperate.
This earth is all a stage, and on it we all play. Acting like we ought to, doing as you say.
Acting like we love to, acting like we’d stay. Pretending isn’t ending,
It’s just finding brand new ways.
Pretend you’re glad to see me, pretend you’re feeling fine.
Pretend that you support me, pretend you stand behind.
This life we know is asinine,
Only matters how much brighter you can shine than someone else.
Brilliance is bought, but resilience is earned.
Can’t seem to put to practice anything we’ve learned,
Bloodbaths paint bodegas while we observe in awe and gloat.
What else could we expect to keep deceit afloat? Change the channel every morning, forget yesterday’s synopsis.
Something new at which to scream illegible responses.
No longer spending what we’re earning,
Rather earning what we’re spending.
Increasingly eager to create illusions we’re not lending.
The cycle of mankind is hastily ending,
Our bitter end so rapidly descending.
Too much to repent for, guess I’ll see you all in hell.
So much left to say,
Yet somehow nothing left to tell
Except, perhaps, “oh, well.”