If I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to
The temptation hits
My grip it could slip
I could give it up

But if I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to
I won't cheapen myself
I won't be patronized by lethargy

And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule
But I don't deem myself that simple minded
And it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures
But I keep on drawing blood
And it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse

You built yourself a sociocultural trap
Launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge
If you get what you want you can't play Hamlet to the balcony

The ultimate expression of consumerism, the wholesale commodification of sensation
The ultimate rejection of asceticism, the doors of perception kicked in
The ultimate acceptance of conservatism, a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted
The ultimate bisection of ethicalism, as you imbibe the denial of choice
If I can see straight I can't lie
Let's put an end to this falsehood
To the conception that this is different
Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative only in vocabulary
You leave the office on a Friday
Swap one glazed expression for another
For 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse