I’m doing the thing I didn’t want to do
I’m caught up in the web of flashing lies
Pocket-sized slot machine resting by my bedside,
I think it’s time to cut the power cord.
A stiff neck and a broken spirit,
this game is rigged —
just like the ones at a carnival,
shiny prizes hanging just out of reach.
I’m living the lie I didn’t want to live
Attached to a screen that drains me of my