My actions my power
My thoughts my drive
But it's not nearly as simple
I have to synchronize

There's mirror images
And a ton of lies
Also the ones we call savages
and the endless skies

It's the language of superior
Whilst I only speak human
I'm faced with the burning inferior
while I act like I know what I'm doing

I grab my gasoline
and I call it hope
I fill me up
and burp a bubble soap

Like the usual consumer
I pleasure in a little humor
But when the lights go out and I'm alone
I overthink and search for home