I've never been very good at writing "smart" or metaphorical lyrics, but I thought I'd give it a go.
Deus ex machina
Giving away today for a better tomorrow.
Wasting time as the minutes and hours slip by, and by, and by.
I thought you had more in you than that.
When did you start living your life searching for a plot device?
Someone’s having an existential call the crisis line.
The words aren’t even forced, they just fall poorly in my mind.
There’s nothing to win by being artificial.
So why are you still waiting in line to collect your prize?
Have you found it yet? I’ve heard it must be nearby.
Pain isn’t good just because you can feel it.
Although there hasn’t been an opportunity for other emotions these days.
You’ve landed yourself beyond my reach.
Quicksand stuck in being and nothing games.
Someone’s having an existential call the crisis line.
The words aren’t even forced, they just fall poorly in my mind.
There’s nothing to win by being artificial.
So why are you still waiting in line to collect your prize?
Have you found it yet? I’ve heard it must be nearby.
The critics you try to please will always want more.
No one can step in to fix this web you’ve weaved.
The cardboard you is looking weathered from pride.
While you’re still searching for the trap door.
Hoping the answer is on the other side.
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