Myth of Myself (A Ruse to Exploit Our Weaknesses)

Myth of Myself(A Ruse to Exploit Our Weaknesses) - Fanfarlo

What Is This Thing

That lives inside of me

Like a plastic gun

Full of empty thrills

It Keeps Me In The Dark

Have you got on too

It pretends we are a part

Not just one or two

Should We Kill It Off

Cut it fast and deep

Well It feel so wrong

Ridiculous and cheap

Try to find something concrete

Have you got one too

Try to pin it down

They will flip it out of you

But it will pull it out

And put it on itself

It comes crashing down

Every time I sleep

Should We Chase it Off

Put a matchstick to the hay

We could stage our own

Death will walk away

I'll kill a something new

I can believe

Cause I walk Around the clock

And I end up tired

I walk around the clock

And At The End I Was Tired

Should we play alone

Wicked's little game

Just believe there's rules

We could Stay and sway

I walk around the clock

And At The End I Was Tired

And I know it will let you down

The smelling up to last

Cause it comes all way down

And burn it up itself

It comes crashing down

Anytime see

It's coming down

It's coming down

It's coming down