the mirror

the t.v. flickers
with a violence equivalent
to it’s gruesome display

but this appetite of yours
simply won’t let any single thing
get in its damned way

as the nazis invade
you pour yourself another glass
of cherry lemonade

as the children explode
you sit back
and take another toke

what a lovely day
you think to yourself
as everything around you
slowly goes to hell

but no worries
you’ve got your weed
and you’ve got your beer
no need to take caution
you’ve got the antidote
you’ve cured your fear

you stare at the empty space above the bathroom sink
what if you’d never ridden yourself of that horrid thing?
God only knows but you shudder to think
just as long as you’re not one of them
then everything will be okay
everything will be okay

the roar of the cannons grows louder now
the cavalry 's approaching
but you’re safe and smug
within these armored walls

but sooner or later
they’ll have to give
but sooner or later
you’ll have to live

whatever kind of doctor you think you are
you can’t prescribe this relief forever
you can’t hide outside your head
you can’t keep running till your dead

chalk it up to me or chalk it up to fate
but you can’t keep on living
without a name or without a face
you can’t escape reality
all the problems of the world will find you
this suffering untold will likes us bind you
and you simply can’t put it all behind you
you can’t run and you can’t change the channel
you can’t hide from your reflection
and you can’t deceive your shadow
with the sole inhalation
you’re back
you’re self-aware
nothing can save you
from the bathroom mirror
the images on the television
permeate your pot-addled mind
and despite all your novel tries
your salivating mouth runs dry
and in great heaving sobs
you slowly realize
that you’re one of us
and everything ’s not okay
no everything ’s not okay