| "Vanity" | |
| Found out today that my life is but a joke It’s not one played by my Maker It’s the one that I’ve played upon myself Perfect in the element of surprise I keep searching my mind, just trying to find the envelope I did not push I keep hiding from me, that my vanity is there disguising my death wish The centre of my universe is not the Son I’ve settled down on Venus or on Mars It’s time for me to give up what I have begun And put some trust in the Creator of the stars There’s a Hedonist who lives inside my heart, And through my heart he rules my head He maintains that pleasure equals happiness But he never pays the rent I keep pointing at you, then being with you, following where I just aimed I feel pulled by the strings, the clip of my wings, marionette his game The centre of my universe is not the Son I’ve settled down on Venus or on Mars It’s time for me to give up what I have begun And put some trust in the Creator of the stars |
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