the beat of my heart reminds me that im not real
like the warm fuzzy lining of a coffin
left above ground
afraid to admit to the ruse
hope floats
like a bloated corpse on the river styx
penniless and denied admittance
i lay here suffocating
with each involuntary breath
weighed down by truth
everyone lying for there my benefit
helping me be the idiot
but im exhausted
from all the shit i do on accident
sometimes waking up and walking through my day
feels like wallpapering the rabbit hole
im just not buying
and all i have is blood money anyway
earned with my greatest skill
being a fool
and making the same mistakes
some say i need to look in the mirror
and see myself for me
but i cant
i live there now
glassy flat and lacking perspective
thump
thump
thump
thump
thump
thump
thump.