Compelled by Hindsight

Yeah, fuck it

All your wiles and painted plaster had finally fell from form
The time you whiled was bathed in laughter, the sunlight, bright and warm
And though you prayed the dark move faster, the day lasts just as long
The yarn once lit has closed its chapter and now, you sing night's song

The pain and regret and slow disdain
Every thought that you cannot dismiss
Each time you escape one banal babushka cage
You see the vessel in which it sits

Why do you think you deserve this? When did your ego grow?
The grin you wear seems awful churlish, your outfits, just as so
Self-puppeted marionette plays poet, director and whole damn cast
But underneath that face, there lay it a message from the past

The future's a coward, the present, mocking
So bust out those rotten rose-tinters
What's happened has flowered and I can hear it knocking
So get ready the salt and the tincture

The rope's not voluntary, nor one that you can show
A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

Everything you've been's grown toxic, disguised by tinted dye
A thin veneer stained faux-quixotic, in shades of blatant lie
Pretend and fake, perfect your novel and sell it out for free
The soapbox in the sad man's hovel refuses to charge a fee

The Pan Man, the Wicked, the Stranded Cynic
The Fool in the Artist's clothing
The Emperor's New Album is free from common critics
And yet still, it lies victim to loathing

You said that you're tired of being no one
You're sick of being the mean
But now that the spotlight's on your emotions
You're scared of being seen

They'll pick apart your sacred wisdom, but you're no fucking deity
You're just a simple, lowly, degradated human being
Compare who you are to what you see
Contort the prose into something absurd
If no one's around when you cut that tree
Then the shock wave cannot be heard

The rope's not voluntary, nor one that you can show
A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

But there's still time to clear your mind
So don't submit and don't deny
You've carved a chance where most have died
So clear the path and walk in strides
The yarn you spin's turned awfully thin
So drop the string, you've solved your pastime
What's the past when we're living in the meantime?

If decent thrives and guilty hides
Then steel your nerve and choose your side
You might be wrong, you might be right
But how will you know if you don't try?
The sleepless nights your fear incites
Aren't half as bad as what the hush will bring
Can you take another rush of this feeling?