Breaking it down

I make a killing off of fantasy/ never asked for clemency/ too much sugar coats make you blind to this cruel world of reality/ I've had many dreams that have ended in tears/ when all I wanted was to live connected for the rest of my years/ a psycho-analyst can syphon sick, sad stories from a brain/ but can they really solve the case: how to end all the pain? Why reconcile with the mild when you can win the game, insane? Like the lame Charlie Sheen brain/ a 16 year old boy needing to be tamed/ tell you what I'm gonna end this on a positive note: No matter who you are, you'll die: you're life's a f*cking joke.