Six pills left
Until I see him next
I wish I didn’t have to
I hope I get lost this time
Standing there
Before the crowd
It’s just me
But there’s somebody else
they wish to see
Will I say the right thing
Will I talk like I can sing
Will my hands and legs move and grove
So they can’t tell I can soothe
But I can’t do anymore
Than my body is alive for
I can’t be anything or anybody else
Like somebody other than myself
Playing this game
Just a symptom before a name
How do I let my real feelings show
Keep ‘em guessing or throw a blow
Seeking my end result
Though speaking to the leader of a cult
No generic for me
Need a taste of false reality
And when I go to cash them in
Shopping spree I’m ready to spend
A mental life lets it begin
Soon the bank will be my best friend