The purpose of god is that you're not enough for yourself If that's the case, I'm ripe for hell What I mean is too much of me is most of the problem The selflessness is lost, as you can tell I feel disillusioned I feel delusional Am I a solution Or just a mouthful? The weeks turn into preservation of an unjust ego There goes my idea of soul I remember cancer as the worst of all disease but The more you read, the more you know I feel disillusioned I feel delusional Am I a solution Or just a mouthful? Sure, I'll be your whipping boy, education's priceless And marriage never was my thing Countdown starts when I pass out, put me on the nice list And when I wake, I'll be the same ♪ I feel disillusioned I feel delusional Am I a solution Or just a mouthful?