Compulsive lier, impulsive buyer
Sell me your story, set your ego ignitor
I'm not chasing your canned applause
You're indier-than-thou glory
Can circle jerk
Itself off
I used to know a little bit about everything
Now I know everything about nothing
I don't know which one I like better
But I know which one will kill me
I used to be John the Baptist
Burnout Jesus
Broken double helix
Now I fill my nights with prayers
That who I was still exists
Writers writhing in writer's righteous writings
Was it a stroke of genius or just a stroke?
If I ask you to overthink everything
Would you see it's not a joke?