Every day is lost or spent
Immersed in fear and discontent
Struggling with my own defects
Despite my irrelevant relevance

I mask my fear with intelligence
My smile is of no consequence
It’s meant to shade my past regrets
And to hide my lies in self defense

There’s no clue or evidence
To prove of my benevolence
Just remnants of my ill content
To shoulder my indifference

I’m in danger from the elements
From years of all my recklessness
That’s why I’m so hesitant
For discussion or my sentiments

No sabotage or parlor tricks
I’m in the game, I’m in the mix
I couldn’t be more direct
I’m destined for the apocalypse

If you can’t hear, me read my lips
My moves have grooves, it’s in the hips
I had it all but lost my grip
And ended up with fingerprints