My Cousin's Girlfriend's House - Therapeutic Hypocrite

When I wake up
No makeup
Grinning out at the world with hesitation
Underneath is a product of the weak
Hypothetical disease
And I'm better off dancing
To the beat
You're still calling this defeat
As if stepping into reach
Of a helping hand at a dark time
Is a war crime, is a war crime
At a dark time
Therapeutic hypocrite,
All talk until it's time to sit
Yourself on the other side
Stigmas, they don't exist
When you're in the mental deep abyss
Swim-up to the other side
When she wakes up
Puts on her makeup
Covers her face with a sense of celebration
Underneath not a quality redeeming
She whispers to herself
If only she could see them
Had to stop
The act became enough
Tired of entertaining thoughts
Exhausted, she climbed and
Looked in the mirror, couldn't have seen it any clearer
A helping hand is an unsung hero
When he wakes up
Hides the makeup
That it takes to be the generation
Staring down the barrel of denial
Just add it to the pile, encrypted mental file
Keep it secure and hide it from the world
In case you haven't heard
A helping hand at a dark time
Is a war crime, is a war crime
Therapeutic hypocrite
All talk until it's time to sit
Yourself on the other side
Stigmas, they don't exist
When you're in the mental deep abyss
Swim-up to the other side
Stop, go
Reflection's haunting
To be perfectly honest
Atom bombs dropping
Stay low, fire in the hole
Keep fighting, at least you're not lying
Dead, cold in the winter snow
You've got miles left to go
I should know
Therapeutic hypocrite
All talk until it's time to sit
Yourself on the other side
Stigmas, they don't exist
When you're in the mental deep abyss
Swim-up to the other side

Written by:
Alex Long

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