Look at all these people doing their best to feel alive Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by I don’t blame them, but I’m not them They numb the pain with excess but this cycle is relentless The race is rigged but these people don’t care They love the nightclubs, hotel rooms and thin air In the end, I’m not so different, we’re all just dying inside But I’ve already died Some take photos, helps look like they belong Buy a drink and strike up conversation Dance with strangers, make new friends hope they stay Fight existential decay People just want bright lights, a good fuck, loud music, faded vision Give them that, problems go away Fucking planet’s dying, might as well just enjoy today But I loathe this game There’s too many bodies in here, and yet no one is here at all At the heart of man is a void, if it isn’t filled, life it destroys Sociophobia takes its toll Devastates, isolates my mind above all (You’re not human, and you will never be) Why do I look at all these people doing their best to feel alive? Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by I don’t blame them, but I’m not them I’m not like them, I am not them Keep up the charade, smile and laugh like I’m alive Ask myself why I’m not at home where I might suffer alone Why is everybody vacant? Where is everyone’s humanity?