Subservient endeavors
Working until the end of never
I never thought it would be this way
The same broken record that continues to play

 And as I pry myself away
From the pains of staying awake
 I wish for another ending
One not so full of pretending

 The lies, 

 The lies,

 They keep me awake
Wondering just how much of this is fake-

 And if reality is no more,
Just another constructed whore,
Then I will be its unwanted company – 

 They say ourselves we do construct,
But I would like to self-destruct –

 How much of this is really me,
And how much out there could there really be?

No,

 Not for me,

 Not for me,

Fuck it, I’ve lost my epiphany.