Actors

I hate decisions man Just black Phillip force my hand Back me into corners When I haven't even thought of plans Your agenda More dependable to me Cos there's a hundred things to do that that I can't boil down to three So in the meantime Catch me catching knives and spinning plates a bit Walking the trapeze above the precipice The pessimist Prevelant Feather weight in the bleak abyss I played the game of life and then completed it, Piece of piss Someone call anaesthetists.... Cos the niggles like To taunt me And their hidden But the audiences See me switch Days and months and weeks depleted Leaving me Completely undefeated publicly But then in secret done in Maybe it's not as I said it Could be grandiose A cover up, Varicose veins Encased in pantyhose But just in case here's the axe to break the glass and raise alarms I raise a toast To everybody struggling To play the part Just some actors out of work Playing extras Doing extra dirt Switch it up effectively Actually shy as f*ck Everybody is Acting Playing an extrovert Just some extras Extra dirt Extras I never Aced drama let alone even trying Yes I know it's ironic That drama's everything I'm in But it's Not my doing Its just my current location And everything that we tick off Another thing is in waiting But that's the mark of a man Championing resilience The way that we manage to attract adversity's brilliant Psych That's a joke and it's a bad one They wouldn't even print it in a fortune cookie or a crackers b stock This song goes out to these lot Gram lifers Stand by For stampeding landslides Of stamp dealing Vampires We call it out for what it is These art killers starving These carp fishers Large dishes That's why we mash up like Dishoom When these one tricking Pit pony's Can't fill the shoes When we start, bill a few We got momentum like the left But we never seem to galvanise and always miss a step