I don't smile, cuz your not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushing brain is mine to own
I don't smile, cuz your not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushing brain is mine to own
selling one's motor skills is a complicated procedure
embedding the strings can bring a great deal of rethinking
but once their installed you won't even need to think
let alone live for that matter
there's an automated set of hands pulling at every strand
so demand as much as robotically possible
and youu'll understand
I promise they're honest,
not to mention something god wished he thought of
when he fooled earth into thinking he adopted it
accomplishment's a pathological lie
baptized by that beleif in at least you fucking try
compliance isn't required but highly requested
they've invested in your senses
and all they ask of you is your pride
it all comes down someday
no matter how it's built eventually it breaks away
nothing is made to last
not even the life you hold in your fragile hands
hold on while you can
dont let go of what you have
keep it til the end of this travel
when our flaws unravel together
to make a more magnificent mistake
expired in
one's tired self
a slave to the day of being hired help
trying to stay awake at the wheel
of life's dealings
so you cant see my true feelings
my skin peeling off the body
where I'm leaking
releiving my inner insecurities
I surrender all my honesty
and render quality
all of me
a picture painted
some imperfections
my inner struggles teach lessons
I don't smile, cuz your not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushing brain is mine to own
I don't smile, cuz your not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushing brain is mine to own
and what you call on fails
your just another season blowing, son
taking the wind out of my sails
brail read your blind spot
now we see eye to eye
cross roads, cross the line
put me on your cross and watch me die
cast metal plate finish
before prayer and father rate
prostate
long live and prosper before moms awake
I'm a saint your a sinner
your an angel I'm a drinker
I don't wanna move
I don't want you to be a better kisser
I hate you just the way you are
less freedom more fanatic
every sun is not a star
let's be blood brothers
mayhem scarred
find yourself and I'll find me
In pretending I'm who you are
Dead end, space
can't cover up the underlying message that you find within yourself
isn't it a shame, pain feels so much like me
Unlikely, yeah I know but I'm a frightening
look at what could be
timing is a crook so I'm hoping we can reach
to the point where we strain and struggle
and fucking blame and puzzle
over what we created in the haze of a subtle
reaction
I'm not laughing, better yet
I'm asking for the pressence of passion
I detach when you seem most interested
which is the reason that your so distant
a compliment is just another selfish way
for me to say I hate your guts for making what I couldn't make
see, guilt can't be traded
only reproduced
and the only fair exchange is when no one is accused
see, I'd have to be the sun to cast judgement on the rays
I'd have to be the leight shining through the leaves
on the trees
I'd have to be the stream to really see the reflection
that I make out of beleif to put my needs in a direction
see I, I love life
I just justify the side effects
I don't know what to do with myself lately
I wish the sky would eat me whole
so call me names and you can call me out
but just because you have a mouth
doesn't mean you need to keep it closed
I take it personal
I took a chance
I only have a journal so when I die that I get respect
see I, only feel this way so I can write it down
honest to god
I swear to the clutch of calm in withdrawal
I've been so caught up in what I'm making
wiping the dust off my ambitions
I almost forgot about the world that made me sickened
the more I fool myslef the more this path seems safe
I'm inactive by nature traveling in blank space
territory light
life's a story, um, not permitting me
the planet is flat and I am living
on the edge of this very land
cuz there's a lot of things I can do when i get lost
I don't need an audience to remind me that I'm flawed
tomorrow's just a star away, yesterday is gone
but thats okay i got new
and faces
and makeup
and we'll fight and make up
and we'll fight and make laws
and we'll fight and break laws
and we'll fight and break us
I don't smile, cuz your not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushing brain is mine to own
I don't smile, cuz your not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushing brain is mine to own