A better cage, a better mind. A better slave, a better life.
I try to wear another face. I never thought I'd live to see the day that I thrive.
A little late, but I'm doing fine.
I developed a taste for obedience. Is it a punishment? Will I regret it?
I do whatever it takes. Nothing makes any sense.
In a couple years, maybe I'll get it.
For now, I gotta hold the line. Believe in something good that I can find,
And try to atone for the borrowed time.
I still got a lot to lose. Can't fight the evil.
I do alright at hiding so the darker days don't find me.
But I live on borrowed time.
I live on borrowed time.
Now I'm fighting the urge to dissociate. Can I exterminate the habits that complicate?
It took forever to learn not to hesitate.
I've got an issue with needing to stimulate the secret part of me inside.
The one that, when it's over, will survive and bury this old man in his lies.
But I will try to stay awake as long as I can separate
The rotten foundation from the fragile ghost of my father's son.
And I'll try... I swear to God I'll try."