Playing Dead

I don't wanna fight no more Or play the social game for score Roll my legs up like deceiving spiders Forever indoor I don't wanna waste my time Or even call this habit mine Of hiding honest thoughts It seems to be a perfect crime Maybe there's one thing i have left A solution for my distress Talking is silver, silence is gold A zen like state that is untold Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Every day feels just the same My vision seems to fade away After all the weed won't isolate My thoughts from this cold war I can see the seasons change Makes me feel so fn' strange Maybe staying in a dark cave keeps my Sanity maintained I know there's one thing I have left A solution for my distress Though pretending is not my thing I'll act dead and come back in spring Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead Playing dead