Texty: Casket Lottery (The). Other. Smoke And Mirrors.

After forty years of this same old tired tricks. Their approval gets him paid,
their approval makes him sick. He needs a miracle just so he can feel
alive. He wants to walk on water then turn the water into wine.

It's all just smoke and mirrors. It's all inside your head. Who wants to
live like that, walking around like you're dead? I'm a middle aged amusement
park who can't stand anything. You need something you cannot explain to
me.

"That's it! I quit!" he screams as he pulls up to the cliff. It's time to jump, not to
die, he truely wants to live. But he needs a miracle just so he can stay alive.
He wants to walk across the air. He wants to reach the other side.

It's all just smoke and mirrors. You've imagined the whole thing. You are so
in love with misery you walk around everything. You are so afraid of being
content that you can't stand anything.

And these are the ways you can't feel anything...I know. Hindsight's always
a little late. It's such a shame you couldn't wait. It's all already been mapped out.
You're so upset with how it all turns out. But you can't complain if you don't
just turn around right now. What are you waiting for? Nows the time to finally
feel alive