Cut it out, your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine

the crowds are catching on to the self-afflicted song

well here we go again, the art of acting weak

fall in love to fail, to boost your CD sales

and that CD sells yeah what a hit, you got to repeat it

you gotta sink to swim



First you dont, you dont succeed

you gotta recreate your misery

cause we all know art is hard

young artists have gotta starve

try and fail and try again

the comforts of repetition

keep churnin out those hits

till its all the same old shit



Oh, a second verse

well color me fatigued

im hiding in the leaves

in the CD jacket sleeves

tired of entertaining

some double-dipped meaning

a soft served analogy

those drunken angry slur

in 31 flavours

you gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim

immerse yourself in rejection

regurgitate some sorry tale

about a boy who sells his love affairs



Gotta fake (fake) fake (fake) fake the pain

gotta make (make) make (make) make a scene

gotta break (break) break (break) break a leg

when you get on stage and they scream your name

oh cursive is so cool!



You gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim

impersonate greater persons

cause we all know art is hard

when we dont know who we are



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