Lyrics
[musical guitar intro] / / / / [laughing] [caesura] [verse] Am I the blind, Or am I sick Leading a horse, to get a drink Refuses to swallow a thing while I have this carrot on a string Is this a joke, of my design The Chekhov's gun, of all my lies Filled the chambers with only blanks, a roulette table of ignorance [hook] I can, not, be, stopped In this, hell, I've, Brought Onto this, life, of, rot But it's perfect Cause I'm still better than what you're not [caesura] [Chorus] Ain't I just a stinker Bugs Bunny would of loved my game A fiction writer A liar you've boxed inside a cage Was it me, was it you, Who rewrote, all I knew Is it true, I'm a fool, feeling fake, feeling used Funny, How no one calls this abuse [musical break] Don't call me a liar, when I'm going insane This cartoonish image, of itching my brain I am not, or will ever be A figment of declining mental furtivity Shhh, "don't worry", We're only hunting rabbits Reference so old call it my nostalgic habits "So take a seat" "Calm yourself down" And swallow this pill called You're better off now [musical break] [manic laughing] "oh wait, whats that" The figured head stands A mountain of marble Don't notice the cracks Fill them in, all inlaid with gold To cover my trauma with smiles you've sold "Imagination" "The place that I sleep" Under the water where I can barely breathe "Don't worry, I'm fine" "Whats up doc" The carrot that led to my final goodnight [caesura] [Chorus] Ain't I just a stinker Bugs Bunny would of loved my game A fiction writer A liar you've boxed inside a cage Was it me, was it you, Who rewrote, all I knew Is it true, I'm a fool, feeling fake, feeling used Funny, How no one calls this abuse [musical break] [laughing] [Outro] Of course you realize, This means war Poor little maroon, so trusting, so naive What did you expect A happy ending?