I’m an unmarked hypocrite caught in a web of lies

No answers seem to surface amidst a mass of whys.

I can’t take these lies anymore.

No more disguises, that’s for sure.

I’m a thankless curator in this museum of Man

Here we stall with progress, murder with a plan.

I can’t take this place anymore.

Too hard to keep pace, that’s for sure.

I’m a broken heirloom in the cabinet of time

A monument to failure; the end of all sublime.

I can’t take these times anymore.

All lows, and no highs, that’s for sure.

I’m a hollow vessel, stored high on the shelf of love

Seems that there’s no escaping, this curse “sent from above”.

I can’t take this “love” anymore.

So fake and depraved, that’s for sure.

So, you say I’m crazy, a little touched in the head

Face the harsh reality; we’d be better off dead.

You can’t take my mind anymore.

But you’re just like me, that’s for sure.

But you’re just like me, that’s for sure.