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