Not A Cure

You sought fame to fix your problems.
Waded out into the middle of the ocean.
Searching like a lost puppy in a hurricane.
Caged by your desire sinking further into oblivion.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.

Jailed by moments turned to threads.
Sifting through nothing but piles of trash.
Indecision turning hope into misguided greed.
A cell would be relief from this pain you’ve freed.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.

Worn in the eyes of subject matter.
Villain who has no chance to escape.
Celebrity turned you into a shell of a being.
No longer is your fact part of popular opinion.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.

Parrot some lines.
Trapped in a circus that has become a habit.
Fractured!
Divided by your quest for something that could never fix those holes you clinged to.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.
Get clean!