One man, alive.nIf I may assert so much, I feel open wide,nheartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life,nradiating warmth through me and quieting my mind.nKeeping me afloat for a while as stability unwinds.nn(chorus)nI've spent too much of my life angry about being angry,nsad because I'm sad.nThis feedback loop tripped on and off like a big blaring lie,nI won't listen anymore, it's a waste of my time.nGaining insight, seeking confidence, but wired to find all my flaws.nnMy love, dysphoria blinds.nPessimism sweats out my skin and gets into my eyes.nIt feels more true than hope and it's more able to survive.nIt's pathways have more muscle than the fleeting joys of life.nMy thoughts are chemical mistakes and I am my own crime.nDopamine remains in short supply... In short supply...nn(chorus)nnIt's all in the appraisal. (×4)