I don’t even know who the f#ck I am anymore, but what’s it matter?
Same skeleton underneath all the empty blood to splatter
My wrist burns, only thing to dampen the chatter
Closer look at my eyes and the flies scatter, out the socket
I’m a walking corpse, only alive when found inside the pocket, I-
Don’t know if the money’s coming or not, I am not a prophet
My stomach’s churning and my pride was inside my vomit
Ashes in urns is not concerned with all my ashes on the carpet
Words unsaid, this silencе is my dog like Wallace and Gromit, uh
I’m the samе person for any audience, that doesn’t change
But what do I see when I look up at the mirror from washing my face?
When conflicting thoughts arise where can you trace-
-them back to, and should you avoid that place?
I, f#ck
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