What it's Like To Be an Immaculate Misconception

Everything is fine Or that’s how it seems to be Nothing is wrong That’s what others think of me

Everything is happy When I play my cards right Nothing is sad If we talk while there is light

Everything is joyful Because I talk about random things Nothing is depressing Covered in my mask, so clean

Everything is random I make it so Nothing makes sense If I accidentally make a row

Everything is not what it seems Hidden in my mask, pure, stark Nothing is what you see When I sit alone in the dark

Everything is dark Down here in the night Nothing is right In my mind that is planning my next plight

Everything is broken In this world so destroyed Nothing can live From this dark void

Everything is good That’s how others think of me Nothing is bad Until they reach into my mind internally

Everything is black Very minute light exists Nothing is light When nothing is all that consists

Everything is a lie Most things aren’t told Nothing is true As I watch events unfold

Everything is broken I try to patch it up Nothing is saved As it’s drunken from death’s cup

Everything is fixed Once I stay strong Nothing hurts If I am gone