Glut Songtext

The joke is on me the sad but true comes easily and i could be a laughing man, i could laugh at myself i could look down my sleeve at you but you got so much to hide just like me you got tricks up your sleeve, you can show them to me so hold back the dull surprises your obvious disguises propped up like a puppet convalescent in the glut it's a needle in the stack it's a change of scene we lack slip right through the filth and flack sit back and relax you seem so uncertain you're running your life from scratch scratch the surface, pass the test the surface is shallow and rough, and you're a declarent beginner, anxious to distract yourself stopping to believe yourself invisible to see yourself so up and down the spiral don't need a reason to smile propped up like a puppet convalescent in the glut it's a needle in the stack it's a change of scene we lack slip right through the filth and flack sit back and relax if you can't decide on me i'll be waiting patiently to exorcise the ghosts i see all around you and me