Borderline Syndrome

False gods and false reflections
Alone in a fabricated world
Epitomizing the human condition
Our lives are on display
None ask for our opinion
The wires entangle
I get back to my mundane routine

The simulacrum wakes
The artificial sun
Spilling light over it
A character in play
There is a storm
Brewing in my heart
Its acid rain
Is pouring down on me

I can barely see through the clouds
All I can do is feel the cold
Every inch of my being hurts
Trapped in the undertow

Twisted reflections
No one will ever see
Biased affection
You can't spin the wheel

'Cause we are like gods
They come to us on their knees
Begging for our help
We all sit on our thrones
Of paper and nothingness

We are like gods
Feeding on all their plights
Manifest opulence
This isn't life or death
But who is in the right

Take your positions
We start the daily routine
White light, familiar face
Walking right up to me

You say you want me to help
I say I would be delighted
You say you are in debt
I say I understand
You came in yesterday and the day before
There is no easy solution

You say you want me to help
I say I would be delighted
You say you are in debt
I say I understand
Everything I do feels like it's in vain
The world remains the same

You won't find a way out of here
Out of your own misery

You won't find a way out
Out of your misery
To leave this world
Dying light

Oh, you won't find a way out
Out of your own misery
Dying light