Get Off - Nonfiction

There’s a devil in my looking glass

In a mask I can’t see past

He wears the costume of charisma

Caught by a safety net of intellect

Habitually aware

Painstakingly prepared

We’re on the merry-go-round of eternity

We’re digging our heels into the quicksand of everything

We all just want to get off, get out

Get over that line that the whole world’s been talking about

I want to burn my skin until there’s nothing left

I want to see how long it takes until they all forget

I want to see a beautiful world without my heavy heart holding it down

My eyes are wasted

The way I’ve been shaking

I think my skeleton’s trying to get out

I see it every night

The bright, white light

That’s hidden beneath the ground

We’ll change our names

We’ll fry our brains

We’ll teach ourselves to assimilate

It’s the same pain

It’s the same game

We’ll change our names

We’ll live in shame

We’ll train ourselves to disintegrate

It’s the same pain

It’s the same way

We all play the game