It’s Gettin’ Easy

Lyrics

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 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 It's getting easy I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough And I wish I had a single thought the least legitimate enough And I wish I wasn't 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 In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white Hands at my side, straight jacket mind, alright It's getting easy