Some days I like to sit and count the ways
I am a hypocrite
I wanna make my mark but I don't know how
It's only as dark as the light will allow

From anger to despair there's not really much disparity
The only thing that's clear is my total lack of clarity

And eternally we fight against ourselves
as internally we struggle inside our cells
And you're trapped (x3) when it's self you've sold
And your "tortured artist" bullshit is getting pretty old

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