All in the Appraisal

One man, alive
If I may assert so much, I feel open wide
Heartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life
Radiating warmth through me and quieting my mind
Keeping me afloat for a while as stability unwinds

(chorus)
I've spent too much of my life angry about being angry
Sad because I'm sad
This feedback loop tripped on and off like a big blaring lie
I won't listen anymore, it's a waste of my time
Gaining insight, seeking confidence, but wired to find all my flaws

My love, dysphoria blinds
Pessimism sweats out my skin and gets into my eyes
It feels more true than hope and it's more able to survive
It's pathways have more muscle than the fleeting joys of life
My thoughts are chemical mistakes and I am my own crime
Dopamine remains in short supply... In short supply...

(chorus)
It's all in the appraisal. (×4)