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