Insomnia

I saw the devil, she was dancing in disguise

Why tell the truth if you're maskin' it with lies?

Why message and not answer to replies?

I got a question, got no answer from your vice

Windows to the soul, got me curtain twitchin'

Our pillow's getting colder, guess I heard you bitchin'

Cheers to the gears, don't kill it, got a bucket full of tears

Don't spill it like Eliza did

Remember that it's optional to lie and fib

Honesty's a policy and you ain't got the time for it

I ain't wastin' time to watch the same slide

I'd rather watch the clocks than watch this paint dry

My brush is getting brittle and these eaves are getting longer

Man, these buds are getting bigger and this weed is getting stronger

I'm not sleeping like I'm dreaming of a month

Still got the feeling that I'm dealing with insomnia

The man up in the mirror is your actual reflection

Accept it or reject it, it's all practical projection

Lighten up or die glum, practice what is present

Wise up or die dumb, it's natural selection

Refusing is assuming when these sheep are all you're seeing

When they askin' why you're maskless and you ask about their breathing

What is freedom and losing every right we've ever known about?

Believe in what you're feeling, pick your fight before you close your mouth

Food for thought, free speech, everything and anything

Losing what is human, such as everything we've ever been

The devil's in disguise and his spies are preying everything

They'll all see your knives on the rise 'til we end, innit?

Pessimists, herding up the herd, got me counting

Heading up the precipice, swerving up the mountain

Pedal to the metal, man, and blessings to the fountain

Forget about the devil, man, and everything around him

Grounded