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?