the self-help store sold me a suspicious sham

a ledger of lies and a sinister scam,

it thaught theories of I want and I can,

a boost to be more than this self that I am.

Just,

Fake (the fixing)

Touch (the sky)

Buy (our fiction)

Before (you die)

Now is the nearby no future's ahead,

a past piled with plaintives promoted as fact, a toggle that triggered a total reset,

a trinkle of tears blinked an eye instead.

Just,

Fake (the fixing)

Touch (the sky)

Buy (our fiction)

Before (you die)

gone goes the grueling ghost of despair,

still companies compansate fraudulant care, even empathy emptied in echoes unseen, compassion corrupted in desolate dream.

Just,

Fake (the fixing)

Touch (the sky)

Buy (our fiction)

Before (you die)

A catalog crammed with corrective commands,

A bottle of "Be" for the ghost in my hands,

A price for the pardon no soul understands,

A fix for the fractures in fragile lands.

Just,

Fake (the fixing)

Touch (the sky)

Buy (our fiction)

Before (you die)

Then future and past, in a flash, were the same,

A flat-lining timeline, a neutered new name,

The toggle now stuck in a standstill of shame,

A trickle of time that no tempo can tame.

Just,

Fake (the fixing)

Touch (the sky)

Buy (our fiction)

Before (you die)

A balance of being, now bankrupt and broke,

A credit for kindness, a fraudulent joke,

A canned consolation I chronically croak,

In feedback's closed circuit, I'm strangled by smoke.

Just,

Fake (the fixing)

Touch (the sky)

Buy (our fiction)

Before (you die)

Just,

Make (decision)

Burn (the lie)

Words (of wisdom

Save (the soul)

inside

just try...

Make (decision)

Burn (the lie)

Words (of wisdom)

Save (the soul)

inside

just try...

Make...

Burn...

Words...

Save...

inside

just try...