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Subconscious Expression of Depression
Is this universe for real?
If it is, my life can't be!
How is it possible that things continue
on a soap opera script course
that could never happen in a real world?
I must be someone's nightmare
and no matter how bad the dream gets
they never wake up
Well whoever you are
WAKE the FU CK UP!
I'm tired of being your
subconscious expression of depression
Every time I think it can't get worse
the curse
doubles
down
There's no rock bottom in this black hole of a bottomless pit
and I'm sick and tired of impossible odds
in a fixed deck of marked cards
I don't want to play anymore
I've been dealt my last hand
I fold
you win
whoever the fuck you are
just take the dam pile of chips and go!
There's no way to beat your bluff
when you hold all the aces
I can't run on a wobbly leg
and my hand is just as lame
How can life be Hell
and then be destined for more of the same
for an eternity in the after-life?
What is the point of it all?
Life is a conspiracy between God and Lucifer
for bored deities to enjoy eternal entertainment
as we jump through hoops of fire and brimstone
I just never put on my make-up and squishy red nose
Someone stole my big red wig and white spotted suit
so I'm left here to freeze in the nude
until the fire consumes me
Just get it the fuck over with already
I'm tired of being me!
jj
If it is, my life can't be!
How is it possible that things continue
on a soap opera script course
that could never happen in a real world?
I must be someone's nightmare
and no matter how bad the dream gets
they never wake up
Well whoever you are
WAKE the FU CK UP!
I'm tired of being your
subconscious expression of depression
Every time I think it can't get worse
the curse
doubles
down
There's no rock bottom in this black hole of a bottomless pit
and I'm sick and tired of impossible odds
in a fixed deck of marked cards
I don't want to play anymore
I've been dealt my last hand
I fold
you win
whoever the fuck you are
just take the dam pile of chips and go!
There's no way to beat your bluff
when you hold all the aces
I can't run on a wobbly leg
and my hand is just as lame
How can life be Hell
and then be destined for more of the same
for an eternity in the after-life?
What is the point of it all?
Life is a conspiracy between God and Lucifer
for bored deities to enjoy eternal entertainment
as we jump through hoops of fire and brimstone
I just never put on my make-up and squishy red nose
Someone stole my big red wig and white spotted suit
so I'm left here to freeze in the nude
until the fire consumes me
Just get it the fuck over with already
I'm tired of being me!
jj
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