Standard (EADGBE)

In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, stretch tight the lips, a

 glistening gum line

 Mouth curtains pulled I shine

My yellow stage light smile distracting

 Dancing puppets on short saliva strings

 So you’ll find comfort in a lie

My overbite clenched, set in place

 Like a stack of polished bright white dinner plates

 Hand in my pocket, straight jacket mind yeah

It’s getting easy

I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough

 To open up my mouth and spit accuracy

It’s getting easy

In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, lay flat the tongue

 Let the supplement slide down

 Everything is fine

And my brain is cloudy, leveled out

The pill dissolved

 It’s flushing out everything I care about and not replacing it with anything

 substantial

So I’m on my hands and knees

Like a martyr calling out his final plea

 The executioner looks exactly like me, it’s me

It’s getting easy

My overbite clenched so tight

Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white

 Hands at my sides, straight jacket mind alright

It’s getting easy