“life is worth living”
“If you weren’t here id be a shame”
All the praise and bullshit praise they heap upon you is the same
so sometimes you wonder if maybe it’d be better
To go off and find that angelic refrain
But that a lie and you know it it fills you with distain

So you write them a letter so they know that you’re claiming
That its all terrible and horrors
Such a disgusting show of your own lust for gain
And average blasphemy selfishness and all of your pain
I can never be at home as long as I am me

So I try but I don’t know what exactly to do
And my fleeting delusions that ill never get back to you
The motivations and anxieties that prevent you from being freed
Life’s no different from a cell, and the horrors are enough to make you eyes bleed
The illusion of freedom you can do anything you want to
But what exactly is that, they always say they’ll get back to you
And they never do

So you write them a letter so they know that you’re claiming
That its all terrible and horrors
Such a disgusting show of your own lust for gain
And average blasphemy selfishness and all of your pain
I can never be at home as long as I am me