Hysterical Laughter, vodka on the rocks A nervous child locked up in a box Who always keeps up his funny fasade Who smiles and jokes and hides his scars The box is thinner now but so is the boy But the show is free for all so sit back and enjoy So come and get your ticket to ride And you will see what is inside
Please understand that there's More to a guy Than curly hair And bright blue eyes
Behind every smile There is another lie...
An insecure little bastard who spits the illest shit Who fucks up and fucks around smokes psychotic narcotics I understand it's hard to see all this in me All my secrets revealed and the asshole in my mind is revealed If I ran a mile for every fucking fake smile I ever put up and screamed for every time I shut up Then what would be left of my voice would be nothing but a sigh And by now I would have ran at least a million miles
If I had a quarter for every time I've lied in bed Fighting the demons in my head I would be a millionare by now I would be a millionare by now
Well, I'm a fucking caricature of a self-destructive artist if you don't think so then, motherfucker! Tell me what is!? All this shit goes down on paper fast but not as fast as my glucose does When I'm possessed by my depressed persona Inspiration is a must
Behind every smile There is another lie...
All my heart and soul is scribbled down in rhymes and words My mind is a paradox and I am the worst of two worlds!