Warning: Dark themes/content and strong language

Playing peek-a-boo with a dream I had

Where I was bulletproof, but I lost my head.

So I wrote a book, nonexistent lead.

Here's a hook, twisted outlook, the hero's dead.

See how I deflect, how it all went bad.

I like to roll downhill, cuz uphill's a battle said

To make you reflect on the shit you planned

But you took the check, fucked respect, obeyed the Man.

Do you feel the shame? Has it sunk in yet?

Have you dug your grave? Shit goes skin deep, I bet.

Deeper than the blame, denial's all set

Slice the scapegoat, this is cutthroat, we're fucking mad.

Know I'm not alone, we can drown in pairs or threes.

Rock bottom ain't so low, wallow in sorrow with me.

Even better no rules to follow, better yet no pills to swallow.

A distorted face can look so hollow, you'll feel at home in asylum gallows.

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A behavioral study

Inspired by Joker