Smoking gas out of shotgun shells We are our own creators of an enabling hell And you don't know what you want but you know you don't want me You have changed and not for the better When the lights come on all the roaches will scatter And the snake oil salesmen got nothing on you You tried to sell me happiness and I paid in full Winning is easy when they don't know they're competing Keep me in your crosshair This is where we start convening I'm not the hill you should die on Don't die on me I'm not the shoulder you want to cry on I'm not what I seem I never learned how to let bygones be bygones When the kangaroo court comes to take me away The mob will scream, it's just democracy I'm slowly starting to hate my friends What they don't like about me is what I don't like about them And we each think the other is a blind hypocrite Can't tell if I'm just projecting what you're projecting onto him I just want to immortalize everything I've ever feared Make me clean Make it sterile Don't go Blood simple I'm not the hill you should die on Don't die on me I'm not the shoulder you want to cry on I'm not what I seem I just as surprised as you that I'm still keeping strong By the skin of my teeth Yeah, democracy is nice until negotiations dry like raisins Praised as progress then three week vacation Baking in the sun