World Of Shit

Ends and means laid out before me.
Can't make up my mind.
I don't know why. I just know...
Something, something isn't right inside.
I feel it churning. Something, something has my soul, I know.
I feel it burning.
Something, something stands between me and the things that I want.
Something, something has to change.
Seems a feast laid out before me.
I can't taste a thing.
Although I try.
I always try.
But too much shit gets in the way.
Seems like nothing here is real at all.
All these smiling paper dolls.
Like biting into wax fruit.
And maybe that's why I can't taste anything.
Nothing wrong with me at all.
Can't tempt me with a plastic apple.
I'll never fucking fall.
Something, something isn't right outside.
I see it shatter.
Nothing, nothing in this world of shit could ever matter.
Nothing, nothing that I see is what I want because there's nothing, nothing here at all.
There are days I wake up crying.
Screaming in my sleep.
I must be dying.
Don't want to die so far from home.