Compelled by Hindsight Lyrics

Yeah, fuck it

All your wiles and painted plaster had finally fell from form

The time you whiled was bathed in laughter. The sunlight, bright and warm

And though you prayed the dark move faster, the day lasts just as long

The yarn once lit has closed its chapter and now, you sing night's song

The pain and regret and slow disdain. Every thought that you cannot dismiss

Each time you escape one banal babushka cage, you see the vessel in which it sits

Why do you think you deserve this? When did your ego grow?

The grin you wear seems awful churlish. Your outfits, just as so

Self-puppeted marionette plays poet, director and whole damn cast

But underneath that face, there lay it: a message from the past

The future's a coward. The present, mocking

So bust out those rotten rose-tinters

What's happened has flowered and I can hear it knocking

So get ready the salt and the tincture

The rope's not voluntary, nor one that you can show

A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

Everything you've been's grown toxic, disguised by tinted dye

A thin veneer stained faux-quixotic, in shades of blatant lie

Pretend and fake. Perfect your novel and sell it out for free

The soapbox in the sad man's hovel refuses to charge a fee

The Pan Man. The Wicked. The Stranded Cynic

The Fool in The Artist's clothing

The Emperor's New Album is free from common critics

And yet still, it lies victim to loathing

You said that you're tired of being no one

You're sick of being the mean

But now that the spotlight's on your emotions

You're scared of being seen

They'll pick apart your sacred wisdom, but you're no fucking deity

You're just a simple, lowly, degradated human being

Compare who you are to what you see

Contort the prose into something absurd

If no one's around when you cut that tree

Then the shock wave cannot be heard

The rope's not voluntary, nor one that you can show

A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

But there's still time to clear your mind

So don't submit and don't deny

You've carved a chance where most have died

So clear the path and walk in strides

The yarn you spin's turned awfully thin

So drop the string, you've solved your pastime

What's the past when we're living in the meantime?

If decent thrives and guilty hides

Then steel your nerve and choose your side

You might be wrong. You might be right

But how will you know if you don't try?

The sleepless nights your fear incites

Aren't half as bad as what the hush will bring

Can you take another rush of this feeling?