The Book of the Dead.

It's like I've shed my skin,
but I am older than I've ever been.
I watch it all play outside of time,
It's playing like a record on my mind.
An Uno reverse card but I cannot win.

I can count every scene
but I am not apart of the moment.
It's like a dream in a playground
that I've never been,
it's a game I've never played
yet but somehow I know I've seen it.

And it's like the scars that lay underneath,
the scars I possess,
the ones that I see.
Yet somehow they are new to me,
and I become obsessed.

Pain is seated right where it all began,
like new songs playing in my head.
Everything that is lovely comes from the ugly things you regret.
Everything that you learn is after the fact.
There are no happy endings just moments
and endings.
Happiness is a mindset,
and the mindset is always eventual
chemical in its release.

Everything good comes in doses,
and everything that is bad
is just an overdose.
The real sickness is humanity
and how it keeps multiplying its self.
It keeps giving birth to its sicknesses,
it keeps giving kids to the world.
There is no fairness just
families without healthcare,
living on welfare,
better take care because
only death awaits you here.

The American dream:
it's only real when you are asleep.
You'll never climb the ladder,
you'll never see any better.
The reality is just like the movies,
the trailer will always be better.

Live with less because the system tells you
you have to, it is the only
way you can make it through,
you must have less than what you did before,
go ahead and close the door.
We live with artificial dreams
in artificial sleep, artificial friends
with artificial weed.
Living with AI just so we can get by,
play pretend and live the lie.
Gonna find the significance in all the gray,
gonna see the better because
they told you there was a way.

Draw in the lines while you live their lies,
say that we are united
but they don't see us in our lives.
Another one off the bridge,
another one to forget.
I wonder when it will be enough.
Now paint your flag with our blood,
Build a monument in our name,
but forget everything that we say.