I don’t know who I am or why I’m still alive.
I took a walk about it and went a couple miles when I saw an ocean. My reflection said to wade on in. I stumbled around for hours and hours and then my feet reached the floor so I went a couple miles more. Attention, sex, and violence is what I need to survive. Don’t ask me who I am or why I'm still alive. I don’t know who I am or why I’m still alive.
I made some friends, told them all of my problems, and they said “you should have left,” but things got too deep to solve them. What good is the mind if it’s not moments apart from my heart? The distance in my eyes was further than I could find. Attention, sex, and violence; I don't know who I am or when it all began.
Attention, sex, and violence is what I need to survive. I don't know who I am or why I'm still alive.
“You used to be emotional with a small amount of depth that I was standing in.” / “Kneel to repent your sins.”
Looking in the mirror and my body starts to cringe. I don't know who I am or where it all began.
