Lyrics:

Making the distinction between life and lore
Odds favor the former when you wear a mask
Masochism forming in the reflection
And I'm trying not to turn into a psychopath

Better to have lost it
Then to find it tossed out
That's what I'm telling myself
Wasn't I better than nothing?

Making a decision about steamed or fried
Wanted to be needed so I fed my cat
Think I'll keep to myself for the next few days
Feel a buzz that can't be bottled, smoked or canned

Sabotaging life
Just to find something to write about
Why was it always this way?
And did I do it on purpose?

Waking from a vision that the schizoid built
Listening to puddles swallow melted snow
Spring has sprung and finally it's not cold outside
And I'm thinking about the places that I want to go

Passion dissipates
When it's fastened to the faces we wear
Only to become them
Lying to ourselves everyday becomes incredibly easy
Yeah, it's incredibly easy
Yeah, it's incredibly easy