Shrink from invented illusions and potential abuse
Trust nothing and trust nobody
They say faith keeps men afloat
But that is only a ruse for those afraid to be lonely
Good fortune comes but still i close my eyes denying
Every connection i will forgive but
I won't soon forget these self-inflicted transgressions
Digging softly through mounds of blackened ashes seeking
Silver looking through shit-tinted glasses roll out red carpet for paranoia
And bad luck my most constant of companions
Flash a wide grin and pretend not to give a fuck submerged
In gracious libations good fortune comes and tries to light my way
But i doubt it'll do any good for i am still unwilling to believe it's anything but falsehood