Denim On Denim

I'm a skeleton with a burning cigarette
Sipping tea at the depression banquet
I'm no more than an artificial intelligence
Trying to figure out what makes sense
I'm just a fool to this esoteric reality
Constrained by handcuffs of nationality
The things I love will kill me soon
Death makes no one immune

I am just a conceited disposition
On a one way self destruction mission
I am a liar with non violent tendencies
Searching all of my life for the remedy
I'm no more use than a chocolate sun 
And I'm just about as bad as everyone
Cowards are littered across the walls 
Yes, I am the biggest of them all

I am only what I claim that I am
What others claim I don't give a damn
I am only just a poet of assassination
Who lives under mental suffocation
I am only just a mismanaged enigma
Under the restrictions of my stigma
All that I'm hoping to do is survive
And make it out of this place alive

I am just a cartoon in a comic book
That peeks their head out for a look
I am just an unloved corpse of dust
Wasting my time as I turn to rust
I am only a pre-existing concept
That's always been out of its depth 
There's nothing left of me to give
There's no reason left for me to live

All I've got left is denim on denim