What a beautiful day to set the world to flame
I'll burn down this city before I die of shame
On a night as dark as the void behind my eyes
I'll build a fire to ignite the whole sky

Tear down the hospitals that couldn't fix the pain
Wreck the television stations for all the **** they play
**** all the scenes and smite the popular crowds
**** absolutely everybody that I'm going to let down

This drink in my hand is calling the shots
I forget who I am, but I know who I'm not
A man with a plan, a man in control
Slip a pill down my throat, turn into a ghost
Find faith in my hate, abandon my hope
You say that it's wrong but I already know

Why do you look to the sky?
There is no savior in the air, just comets coming to collect us all, and the hope in your eyes won't break their fall

Why do you look to the ground?
There is no shelter down there, just creatures coming to consume us all, and the prayers on your lips won't make them stall

At first I favored the other reptiles, with their damp, rigid bodies
They were easy to get along with, and I don't think they noticed I'd been imitating them
But I grew tired of lounging in swamps and settling for insects at every meal
I wanted to eat meat like the true mighty beasts

I was born with chameleon skin
I can change my colors at a whim
Red, blue, green, and every single shade in between
But my coat does not reflect my parts that go unseen

I wish I would die tonight and maybe tomorrow I could awake to a brand new life. Maybe I'd wake up with a couple of kids, a house, and a wife. Maybe I'd wake up and not have to pretend I don't hate who I am, not have to act like I have a plan, and not have to hold my own hands over my eyes as I cry every lonely night. Maybe I'd wake up to you by my side, but in bed I hide, wide eyed and awake tonight wishing just one thing could go right. Maybe I'll die tonight and not have to wake up to this life I lie, alone with nobody but I, and the thoughts of suicide, in this room devoid of light, where I lay down my every line in my attempt to express my plight. How tired I am of this fight to fall asleep and wake up in my favorite dream, the one everyone says could be if I'd just wake up and start to believe, be the things I mean to be, create the world I want to see, but I just can't leave, the sheets are calling me and I just might stay with them one last time, and leave this fantasy behind, forget about the life that my exhausted mind won't let me find, give up the expectations that I can break this bind, let my teeth begin to grind, and find my peace under a blanket of dirt outside

She hates the way I say I'll do something and then prove myself wrong by doing nothing at all

She doesn't like how I can be so inconsistent in my approach to everything but it's my fault

She can't stand it when I sit back and let myself get tossed around by my need to answer paranoias call