Clearly A Skit

You may think we are Pretenders and Actors

What we really are is worse

We're not only fake

But we make our reality purely for ourselves

Vanity is the game we play

Fighting for self-righteous wars

Gluttons for punishment

But only when it's in the best interest

Wanting to be perfect hurts the soul

Price tenfold with pain

Waiting for some Utopia

That we'll never help to make

Someone else will give us all the gifts

Lets just sit and wait for Big Brother

Give us our daily hook-up, our daily high

Until we forget where we started out