Drink make belief tea and play pretend

There's no such thing as normal, as socially well adjusted.
Not in the classical sense.
There's instead a societal average, almost an equilibrium that we've all reached
A common language of etiquette and decency we've all understood to be necessary for societies as large as ours to survive
And yet deep inside each of us, there is a yearning to break away
To want to truly express your primal needs, as simple or outrageous as they may be
But we keep them all boarded up with nice intricate cast iron shutters over our souls.

And then we make pretend the beast that emerges when we're drunk, that THAT'S not who we really are.