Are My Battles a Shiny Painting to Hide the Wall?

Is there a place where I can truly escape this way to live?

A way to live that I don't want to be mine
I'm sick and tired of
Having to feed my ideals with half hidden compromise
But are my battles a shiny painting to hide the wall?

The questioning shadow of a doubt is flying over me
What if hypocrisy had taken its toll upon me?
Am I willing to take an oath to give up everything?
What if society wasn't my only enemy?

The two sides of a broken coin, a system that I hate
Provides me with sea sex and fun and my sense of dissent
Can I step out of this street to avoid a dead end
But are my battles a shiny painting to hide the wall?