It's to the point you
Cross your T's
And dot your i's
When you really realize
That it's all a disguise
Of the shit you think
To be covered in lies.
It's a way of life,
Life as we know it.
It's a challenge.
It's a lie.
It's a way to distract us,
From what is entirely the deep meaning to feel.
That you turn to music,
To zone out the pain,
Focus on the numb,
Release a strain,
An urge to cut a vein.
Drink till you're stuck,
Smoke till you're outta luck.
It's what I do.
I don't know about you.
You do you,
I do I.
It's just expressions.
