Myth of Myself (A Ruse To Exploit Our Weaknesses)

What is this thing that lives inside of me
Like a plastic gun full of empty threats

It keeps me in the dark - have you got one too?
It pretends we are apart - not just one but two

Should we kill it off, cut out fast and deep
When it feels so wrong, ridiculous and cheap

Try to find something concrete - have you got one too?
Try to pin it down it will flitter out of view

But it comes tumbling down, imploding on itself
Yes it comes crashing down, every time I sleep

Should we chase it off, put a matchstick to the hay?
We could stage our own deaths and walk away

Oh give me something new I can believe
'Cause I work around the clock and I'm always tired
Yes I work round the clock and I'm always tired

Should we play along with its little game
Just believe this ruse - we could stay this way

But I work round the clock and I'm always tired

And I know it will let you down, it's never going to last
'Cause it comes tumbling down, imploding on itself
Yes it comes crashing down, every time I sleep