Lying/Figure

Lyrics

I'm lying out in the open I lie about my devotion I lie about how I'm coping It's not the sound, it's the potion Sometimes the loud that I'm toking Leaves me astounded and hoping I can be found and resurfaced Before I drown in the ocean I lied and said I can focus You lied and said you ain't notice The way the lies come like locusts We lied and said it was normal I'm still alive so I'm fine Don't address me so formal I'm still trying This is for all the times I claimed to be alright You see in my eyes that I'm tired And still you call mе a liar Though I understand why you're wired Uptight as strings on a lyrе Spent years just feeding the fire Now all I need is a lighter The walls are closing in tighter I learned that being a fighter Could bring back meaning to life That's all I've been seeking Substances bring me up and throw me back down when I'm peaking I'd be lying if I said there is comfort when I'm sleeping I'm still trying I swear I'll never slow down or give up without a fight Cut that shit I guess there's nothing left to figure out All the other possible figures have all been filtered out What's at risk Lately been feeling like a monster It's my figure telling me I'm a figurative imposter I'm lost I don't want to get lost in a figure of speech But the living you preach is like sinning to me I want intimacy and legitimacy, not a figure of each Fuck But a sliver of ease is a winner's disease I give my existence to please For validation or whatever it figures to be It doesn't matter if we maybe make mistakes We're all figures in the matrix You can make a change to the placement to fit your tastes We're all just playing with our figures and moduli I don't want to lie I'd make an awful guy So fuck binaries, I can travel all the skies Sometimes I wanna die, but I live these things All in Naugahyde, kiss the pinky ring I'm engaging like a killswitch Bet you figure I'm strange, I'm gorgeous and villainous You can look at me straight, try to get me all day But don't picture me lame, the energy's limitless Infinite. I'm that kiss of absinthe got you living lit It's a coping mechanism I'm no different Shit You want to be the wokest person in the mass grave? Don't get lost on your way down. The morgue is that way The coldest year before the winds come in December Never forget that everything happens and nothing is remembered Hatred festers and it reps when we try to fix her All it does is grow and we've been trying all types of mixtures When I say I have all the answers to fight with vigor I'm a lying figure