In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes, stretch tight the lips, a glistening gum line

Mouth curtains pulled I shine


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


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, leveled 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


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

To open up my mouth and say anything I mean, I don't mean anything


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