Ratio of Myself Lyrics

I hold up, then make it up, guess it's the ratio of myself

That defines, in my mind, my fragile fluctuating health

A fine line, and this time, a metaphorical reference

Just as I say I'm fine, I take a literal one (right now) myself

I speak this way, while moving

That direction, and I'm proving

That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies

My mouth is my disguise, and bullshit is what is comprised

I live in a cardboard box of arbitrary lines

And I bide in the time I'm forced to cope with this place

I can't hide, when I'm high, you can see it in my face

I speak this way, while moving

That direction, and I'm proving

That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies

I speak this way, while moving

That direction, and I'm proving

That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies

I speak this way, while moving

That direction, and I'm proving

That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies