The sweet smell of candy-coated callousness
test the waters and wade into the shallowness
a packed room can make for such an hollow mess
you're in the rabbit hole, now drink that in and swallow this
the front door should read "abandon hope all ye who enter"
casting qualms aside and gravitate into the centre
I'm not selling out, I'm buying in
because there's still a heart beating beneath this chest of tin
and it longs for validation but gets a looming question
"sink or swim?"
I hate this party
Tapping my toes, twiddling thumbs
don't want folks to think you're feeling glum, do you?
cry me a river, quit your whining
have another drink and you'll feel fine, won't you?
Sometimes you and the far corner make the perfect fit
I'm an old sad bastard wallowing in his own shit
The party's swinging
as the noose tightens
until the night ends