Prove it, I don’t believe you, it’s all staged
Luckily for you I’m trapped in this metal box, I’m caged
Even if I wasn’t I probably wouldn’t do
Anything really harmful of negative to you
See I know and understand, it’s just the way you think
Eventually I’ll get through, find my own personal Kitchen Sink


Sadly, I’m still nowhere near
Eager to get rid of this mental state, filling me with fear
Eager to continue my story, but there’s none left in my inventory

Thinking? That’s overrated, been seen, done, still complicated
Hear me out here, I know you might not agree
Reasonable thoughts stand for the only reason I might be
On this rock, floating through this vast nothing
Understanding why it’s my hope that my mind keeps crushing
Gobbled up by time, those were my childish dreams
Had a lot of aspirations, now they’ve flipped into negative extremes

Truth may hold more lies than you think
How? That’s not possible, just go and see a shrink
I mean of course the truth that nobody dares speak
Simply the worst parts of darkness that tell me I am weak

Maybe I’m really nothing, it may not be deceit
I still stand here though, next to you but barely on my feet
Slide out of the moving car, onto the concrete below
Torture of the burnt skin will be better than to know

Otherwise you’d have enlightened me, my mind
Fear keeps me alive, of the truth it makes me blind



Let me tell you, lies will hurt, but truth does even more
I reveal this to you all, who have been hurt behind this door
Each day my mind is torn my tools blunt, the next day acicular
So just read these lines again, but now every first letter, perpendicular