The Life And Times (Of A Man Called Depression)

The truth is
 It was hate at first sight
 Starin' down the barrel of a man
 With no real opinions
 But with charm oozing from every pore
 Just watch him glide across the floor
 Does he turn left,
 Will he turn right?
 Checks himself in the mirror
 At least a thousand times a day
 It's where truth collides with fiction
 He stands before him
 The last remaining Gin king of England
 Fearless, ruthless, cheerless, clueless
 But lookin' like a million dollars (Wow!)
 The emperor has got new clothes
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 He stands accused
 Of being socially inept
 Some say rude, aloof
 Devoid of any real truth
 He lives in a world of self-doubt
 Self-pity, self-loathing, self-harm
 The voices inside his head
 Are playing Chinese whispers
 As all around him play hide and seek
 But don't ask him to put a smile on that face
 Or to cheer up
 Don't tell him it might never happen
 Because you know what
 It probably already did
 Maybe show him some understanding
 Give him time, let him breathe
 Let him live, yeah
 The emperor has got new clothes
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 Guess what
 The world ended yesterday
 Today is just an action replay
 And hell is wherever heaven is not
 So here I stand
 The well informed optimist
 Who refuses to turn on
 Tune in, and drop out
 I refuse to lose control
 I refuse to let it wash all over me
 I refuse to succumb to what your vision
 Of happy should look like
 Because it certainly doesn't look like you
 And when the sign says stop
 That's when I go
 Like a clean, mean
 Medicated fighting machines
 Who's all dressed up
 And ready to disco
 The emperor has got new clothes