I was sitting in the rain, in a shadowed alley way
Someone called my name, but that’s all they had to say
The hoodie covered face, looked like me back in the day
Bitter, and cold, like when I was writing grey
Trying to learn to cope with all these imploding stars
And false hopes that burrow their way into our hearts
It’s hard being me, it’s hard being you
Shit it’s hard being human, over cast city lights
Distortin’ the view in the apartment….
And sober acts pretty like it’s forcefully immune
To the hardships….remove the garnishes
Show the blemishes, shit man sh ow the cries for help
That are buried in the penmanship, I guess the lesson is
Living now is harder than it ever was high
I ain’t on a high horse, I’m climbing to survive
And subside my anxiety to be all I can be (now)

There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now
Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
(x2)

I was walking through the valley where the shadow of death lives
Hand reached at me, cold dead fist
Then something stabbed me, right through the ribs
They started laughing and said this,
Is the cure, I’m unsure
Feeling death is the gift life might be the curse
I’d expose it if only I could find the right wordsi
…. Hold me down, feeling flyer than birds
I’ve been back peddelin’ in order to avoid turns
And possible mistakes, every one of em burns
…But I’ll be damned if we don’t make em anyway
…Every step we take, that’s debated, contemplated
Verbatim or unpaved, is closer to the grave
And that carving of our name and any impact we made
I got a whole lot to say, it better be as tall me
…My last words, the crack of a fallin’ tree

There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now
Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
(x2)

I was running through the shadows of these age-old battles
Everybody knows how the bad news travels
Trying to set sail, but lost wars oars and paddles
Sounding like metal when the wooden cage rattles
…Damnit! …if you can make sense of it then have it!
I’m sick of the madness, and manic up in my attic
Wreaking havoc matter of fact I’m mad at everything I’ve had it
…This is where attack meets in the middle with your panic
…My heart had made a plan, but my mind ain’t understand it
…Trying to make a family!? Na, I’m still
Trying to understand the concept of makin’ a man out of
me! Oh especially, if you get a special feeling
When you feel me, my paint peeling
What you are seeing is the actual me
This is real..raw, this is crying to god
Finding solace in self…only you can help!

There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now
Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
(x2)
I found, truth in the fake…..
I see, beauty in the break….
Pick the pieces up, see what you make
Pick the pieces up, see what you build
See what you can build, see what you can build
See what you can build to-daaay. (repeat till end)..