I can't seem to get a grip of anything
Except the feeling that I have finally found myself
Just a foolish feeling when I'm out of my shell
Day and night doing unfulfilling moves
For a city of ants synchronized in ****** dance

But when I look within, I see a glimmer of hope
In a tricky cavern of flooded hope
My spirit animal, a fish that gets as close
as swimming to the sun right before I am forced
to wake up

Back into your crummy ways with your ****** titles
and their unwinding praise
Back into a polka-dotted noose
Where I aim for a higher echelon as a goose
With a slurred honk drowned out by the baying of the wolves

Maybe give me a lobotomy
Dig deep into my head
To give credence to my words
Making life a little less absurd
Turn my brain inside-out
For my actions to be free of pain
Just give me a lizard-brain