Self Preservation

Observing now without a mirror, I can barely see

these contracts were made to be broken, filled with death and dis-ease

erase the knees, I’ll no longer plead for anyone to see me

Despise the subliminal messages, my soul confesses…your insane game of the brain…

A phony is all I can now see, trapped in your own house of misery…

Toying with fantasies, mixing lies with pleasantries…dragging me

I’m no fool, stronger than most mules I can turn off and live unconsciously…try me and see

It’s been done before, I’ll do it again…never needing anyone in the end