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!
Behind every smile
There is another lie...