Some days I like to sit and count the ways   I am a hypocrite   I wanna make my mark but I don't know how   It's only as dark as the light will allow      From anger to despair there's not really much disparity   The only thing that's clear is my total lack of clarity      And eternally we fight against ourselves   as internally we struggle inside our cells   And you're trapped (x3) when it's self you've sold   And your "tortured artist" bullshit is getting pretty old