Split right down the middle

Shit'll never be the same

And you try to solve the riddle

But the answers have no name

When you're looking in a mirror

You can't tell which one is which

Smash it up to see it clearer

Use the shards to scratch the itch

It's a bitch

I'm hedonistic

Way too idealistic

I feel like a lab rat that's been

Wearing too much lipstick

So unrealistic

Blink and you've missed it

You live your life like paint by numbers

And wind up one more statistic

Now the train of thought's approaching

And you're stuck between the tracks

All the peoplе in the distance

Wave at you and say go back

But you'rе gathering momentum

Always bigger fish to fry

And you spend each waking moment

Trying to touch the blue of the sky

Then you die

I'm hedonistic

Way too idealistic

I feel like a lab rat that's been

Wearing too much lipstick

So unrealistic

Blink and you've missed it

You live your life like paint by numbers

And wind up one more statistic, and it's

Characteristic

Of this pseudomasochistic

Saving face in their dismissal

Of the case to go ballistic

And I went to see the mystic

She told me - keep it simplistic

If your bassline's fucked another ism

Isn't gonna fix it

Hit the switch