[Lyric] Lying/Figure (Z the Stranger)

I'm lying out in the open
I lie about my devotion
I lie about how I'm coping
It's not the sound, it's the potion
Sometimes the loud that I'm toking
Leaves me astounded and hoping
I can be found and resurfaced
Before I drown in the ocean
I lied and said I can focus
You lied and said you ain't notice
The way the lies come like locusts
We lied and said it was normal
I'm still alive so I'm fine
Don't address me so formal
I'm still trying
This is for all the times I claimed to be alright
You see in my eyes that I'm tired
And still you call mе a liar
Though I understand why you're wired
Uptight as strings on a lyrе
Spent years just feeding the fire
Now all I need is a lighter
The walls are closing in tighter
I learned that being a fighter
Could bring back meaning to life
That's all I've been seeking
Substances bring me up and throw me back down when I'm peaking
I'd be lying if I said there is comfort when I'm sleeping
I'm still trying
I swear I'll never slow down or give up without a fight
Cut that shit
I guess there’s nothing left to figure out
All the other possible figures have all been filtered out
What’s at risk
Lately been feeling like a monster
It’s my figure telling me I’m a figurative imposter
I’m lost
I don’t want to get lost in a figure of speech
But the living you preach is like sinning to me
I want intimacy and legitimacy, not a figure of each
Fuck
But a sliver of ease is a winner’s disease
I give my existence to please
For validation or whatever it figures to be
It doesn’t matter if we maybe make mistakes
We’re all figures in the matrix
You can make a change to the placement to fit your tastes
We’re all just playing with our figures and moduli
I don’t want to lie
I’d make an awful guy
So fuck binaries, I can travel all the skies
Sometimes I wanna die, but I live these things
All in Naugahyde, kiss the pinky ring
I’m engaging like a killswitch
Bet you figure I’m strange, I’m gorgeous and villainous
You can look at me straight, try to get me all day
But don’t picture me lame, the energy’s limitless
Infinite. I’m that kiss of absinthe got you living lit
It’s a coping mechanism
I’m no different
Shit
You want to be the wokest person in the mass grave?
Don’t get lost on your way down. The morgue is that way
The coldest year before the winds come in December
Never forget that everything happens and nothing is remembered
Hatred festers and it reps when we try to fix her
All it does is grow and we’ve been trying all types of mixtures
When I say I have all the answers to fight with vigor
I’m a lying figure