you might act a little differently
without the camera and the crews
without medics on 24 hour call
who would help you with every bruise

survival isn't about a commercial
figures hide behind a ruse
this is a lesson for us all
survival isn't something you choose

the view is a little different up there
maybe that's why they look up to you
a lot of people are living bare
at least they have a tv to watch the view

what is reality worth
when fiction is more important
how can you wake up a mind
that chooses to be dormant

we choose to stay dry
when outside, it is storming
in the meantime, in the sky
more storm clouds are forming

I try not to be so neurotic
my thought process is caught on ironic
stopped by a lost cause, I'm not bionic
the line that's drawn, I am standing on it

the rotted thoughts are only symbolic
what I got was a spot in the *****
my mind is trodden by forgotten logic
the road to irony, I am walking on it

everytime I hold my head up
the sun only burns my eyes
hot enough to wake the dead up
these thoughts don't compromise

every time I put my foot down
I step on the broken glass
I search, but nothing good's found
just a burning that always lasts

cheap wine and expensive thoughts
the price I pay will equal out
so many bottles and lies I've bought
it leaves me drunk with doubt