False Death

Free of consequence, love & sex in excess
It doesn’t get much better than this
The soul is a myth, death is less serious
It doesn’t get much better than this
Looking very cabaret, your beauty is decay
It doesn’t get much better than this
Playing suicide and hate just to escape
It doesn’t get much better than this
I am false in my death
I will never accept
I am the one you detest
I will lay my soul to rest
Dream yourself to death, it’s more fun to pretend
It doesn’t get much better than this
Proud is the uniform, the privilege to conform
It doesn’t get much better than this
Conveniently unaware, martyr’s life without a care
It doesn’t get much better than this
So full of pride, yet you’re dead inside
It doesn’t get much better than this