Hollow Comfort

We like to think that life's a dream
That all that makes us less than's a camera and TV screen
But what if waking up meant turning yourself off?
Would what you're left to live with still be close enough?

Would looking at ourselves through a different kind of lens than glass or plastic drive us to the edge of insanity?
And still that red eye in the sky keeps blinking on and off and on
A sinking feeling manifested in the dark

We're all uneasy
Knowing that we're watched
Yeah, we're uneasy
Desperate to control how we appear to ourselves
It's hollow comfort knowing we're not alone

So one by one we all relent
We flip the switch to on again and stare into our virtual reality and spend
An hour then a day and then a month and then a year
Until the fear of missing out becomes the clear and present danger in the mirror

So what precautions do you take?
A poison pill between your teeth?
A razorblade in pocket pressed against your wrist along a vein?
Insurance policies for pain
The sharpest blanket is the brain
The softest pistol is unconscious mind in a...

State of insecurity
That's what we're made of
Falling through abyss
And reaching out in our doubt
A drink in a drought
Is someone who knows to tell us what we're about

So what precautions do you take?
A can of gasoline A fake
Identity in pocket
Cards to vest, your mess to clean up
Insurance policies for pain
The sharpest blanket is the brain
The softest pistol is unconscious mind in a...

State of insecurity
That's what we're made of
Falling through abyss
And reaching out in our doubt
A drink in a drought
Is someone who knows to tell us what we're about

We're all uneasy
Knowing that we're watched
Yeah, we're uneasy
Desperate to control how we appear to ourselves
A drink in a drought
It's hollow comfort knowing that's what we're all about