A glass slipper
Is only good for one night
When you're expanding every day now
And something gets in the way now
So you amputate your feelings
When you've run out
Of subjects to subjugate now
Emotional inflation
Show me something I can afford now
Show me something I won't get bored of
And when you look into the void
Do you see the time that you have destroyed
When you second-guess your mind
For the second time in two seconds' time?
I'd rather feel pain, than emptiness
Insane, than prudent
I'd rather feel shame, than negligence
Inane, than pertinent
It's all a game
And I'm playing devil's advocate on my brain
Salvation
Is like a summer vacation
To a tourist destination;
Expensive, underwhelming, and of limited duration
When you've run the
Gamut of postulations
On the spectrum of inconclusions
In the repetitive cycle
Of illusion and disillusion
And when you look into the mirror
Do you shatter the glass
Just to try and see clearer?
And when you've broken up your mind
Do you feel alive
For a very short time?
I'd rather feel pain, than emptiness
Insane, than prudent
I'd rather feel shame, than negligence
Inane, than pertinent
It's all a game
And I'm playing devil's advocate on my brain
There is no silence in this city
Can't see the stars at night
For all the chemicals reflecting light
I'd rather feel pain, than emptiness
Insane, than prudent
I'd rather feel shame, than negligence
Inane, than pertinent
It's all a game
And I'm playing devil's advocate on my brain