Synaptic

Here’s the truth, yeah I know that I’m made up

A synaptic response from the kick off

Trying to see what the fuck I am made of

What’s my worth when the world is so worthless?

Being a fake seems to be the whole purpose

Are you blind because mirrors make you nervous?

I think it’s time we talked this out

‘Cuz I won’t be young forever

So tell me can you hear me now?

Or do we live to walk away?

Can I still love myself?

When I’m the problem for everyone else?

Drowning all of my hurt in my vices

26 and I’m dying to feel it

Walk alone with myself in my crisis

I think God might be dead on arrival

Probably hates what he built ‘cuz it’s evil

I’m a church and my pride is the steeple

I think it’s time we talked this out

‘Cuz I won’t be young forever

So tell me can you heal my hell?

Or should I smile and burn away?

Can I still love myself?

When I’m the problem for everyone else?

Can I push you away?

Need more pills for my brain

I’m still living in a golden daze

A golden daze

Is there truth in my pain?

Seems I’m going insane

I’m still living in a golden daze

A golden daze

What’s my worth when the world is so worthless?

Being a fake seems to be the whole purpose

Are you blind because mirrors make you nervous?