In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes,
stretch tight the lips,
a glistening gum line,
mouth curtains pulled, I shine.
And my yellow stage light smile, distracting
Dancing puppets on short saliva strings
So you’ll find comfort in a lie.
My overbite clenched set in place
Like a stack of polished bright white dinner plates.
Hand in my pocket, straight jacket mind.
It’s getting easy.
And I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough
To open up my mouth and spit accuracy,
It’s getting easy.
In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, lay flat the tongue.
Let the supplement slide down,
Everything is fine.
And my brain is cloudy,
levelled out,
The pill dissolved,
It’s flushing out everything I care about,
and not replacing it with anything substantial.
So I’m on my hands and knees,
Like a martyr calling out his final plea,
The executioner looks exactly like me,
it’s me!
It’s getting easy.
My overbite clenched, so tight,
Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white,
Hands at my sides, straight jacket mind,
It’s getting easy.

And I wish I had a single thought
the least bit legitimate enough.
And I wish I had a single thought
the least bit legitimate enough.

And i wish i wasn't my hands and knees,
Like a martyr calling out his final plea,
The executioner looks exactly like me,
it’s me!
It’s getting easy.
In this act i'll disguise those dead eyes ,
Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white,
Hands at my sides, straight jacket mind,
It’s getting easy.