Simulacra & Simulation

I know all my problems
you tell to me so eloquently
I have no reason to deny
or to believe in so many things
that could so easily be a lie
I wanna say none of this really matters
but I know it's different
then then again it always was
maybe its because I never was really real
or maybe it was just cause I believed it
I could of been so happy, i could've been just like you
I picked at the scab, I knew it was wrong
but I couldn't just leave it alone
it's taken me so far away from what I knew
and now I see the things that I shouldn't see
maybe for what it's worth, I used to believe
but i know there is no difference in what I feel
only to try to determine what is real
and I think to myself, how ironic it is
that if I never knew anything more than I should
I would not be able to resist the lies, just like you
I can never return to what I once was
but I can show you the way out

Hidden doorways,
hidden meanings,
falling backwards through your mind,
I'd like nothing more than to take your pain
No matter how human I am
I know it's something more,
whatever that is good in me
because it allows me to see
no matter how blind I am

when all the world has turned a blind eye
who will be left to see what we've become
hide your face in your hands
cause you know they can feel
all those wounds that will never heal
they are never seen, but you know are real
even though you know you've tried
you can't seem to hide
from the person that looks back at you
don't you get it? get a clue

I've been lying to myself for so long I've forgotten who I am,
there are some things in this life I just can't understand,
when it all comes down to it, no ones going to make a stand...
nothing matters anymore.

Empty. A life alone.
nothing gained.
nothing lost.
nothing known.
thrown away; all.
live your life like mine.
if you never wish to feel.
in deafening silence, nothing's real.
fade away, falling through time.
knowing you never answered life's call.
nothing known.
nothing lost.
nothing gained.
Empty. A life alone.

they give you a choice
you take it or leave it
that is all you have
no illusion of freedom-
be well aware of all
the things you hold near
and dear to you, as well
as all those you love
and seek not change
but shelter in a storm-
or else cast away all
ideas of comfort all
intimations of happiness
for all is naught and lost
and you must suffer
to keep the dim glow
burning from deep below
alive, if at least in your eyes-
only, if there was another way
I would like to fantasize
but i know better, now-

if I lived a life and forgot it all
how do i know if I ever will be me again?
and i think to myself...
you can't ever go back
you are who you are
for all the actions you have chosen
and all the experiences you receive
there is nothing else to define you
but what you really believe.

If the road is not long and difficult,
It is not worth taking.

curse me tighter baby
your lips like siphons
they steal my soul
twist my dreams
and make me feel so cold
i wish i could tell you
how much it means to me
please hurt me faster baby
your eyes like black wells
everything goes in
but nothing comes out
if something was nothing
you're everything to me
this world so empty baby
won't you fill it with your lies
I can't handle your god damned disguise
if there was hope I'd look to skies
but my eyes are glued to the ground
looking for some kind of salvation
maybe there's still some around
an empty wrapper perhaps
so that i may lick it clean

I have all these memories
of things I used to do
of the ways I used to be
it all feels so different
it all feels so far away;
someone else;some other time
that couldn't possibly be me
why, it doesn't even seem real
that someone could be so oblivious,
and everything felt so fresh, so new
now what do i have to show?
who am I supposed to be, besides
what I think and the way I think it...
we may think it is our intelligence
that makes us special, but it is not
it is our ability to choose
and not just any choice- but the big ones
for we may choose to do beautiful things
or we can choose to destroy them in all new ways

...
I'm ready
for the challenges ahead of me
and the consequences of my actions behind me
I am like the day you've
always been preparing for
but you did not think would come
and now that it is here
you have nothing but your fear
and your ignorance that you hold dear
they have cast you in an image
(at least what you're supposed to be)
now there is no choice but to see
everything we are not, deny all that you are
just like you, I will fight with hope
of something that may never happen
I am ready
...

Why do we spend all our time
searching for what isn't really there
why do we make up ways to fear things
instead of dealing with the fears we have
if it's so easy to look away, then why can't I
I know that - the truth is not written here
nor anywhere, though i write it all the same
I'd say all answers come in time
but in truth... i'd say all answers come
conveniently enough, right after you needed them
but not before the damage is done

fake people hiding from themselves
the only victim --
the sad, scared, and lone
person their minds are holding hostage
a bondage that exists only in
the deepest recesses of themselves
not wanting to accept
what cannot be controlled
truly, choose what you want to be
choost to be happy & ignore all the rest
or choose to acknowledge what you see
face the world and attempt to understand
there is no combination of the two
there is no reason to give up
this is just a test of how much you can endure
don't fail

Just because I don't think like you
doesn't make me the one with the problem 

Everyones blind!
every one is blind...
and the wise man is burning-
how can you be so blithe
your eyes; must they see only lies,
I know i can change the world
with just the way I think
but I could never change your mind
I just want to show you
that you're never really alive
until you stop obsessing over death
it is odd to think; all of the anger
in all of the world...
at what point do people think
their actions will not beget
more violence to continue the cycle-
if I was to say there is not hope
it would not be for the actions of one
but all of us as a whole.

There once was a man named Quaid
there was something about him - something frayed.
though he did not care
to testify to the thoughts he had made
it would not matter because
everywhere he goes; all the people he sees
they all think the same thing
look the same way
miss the same shame
of this game of life
and when he tells you
dillute yourself too
never listen to his madness
never stray from the path you have made
for all else is emptiness