Feeling somewhat rotten inside But not really knowing where it went wrong Looking into no place to hide Doing what it takes to go along Wear whatever face that suits you The tone of things just elicits nonsense Lying awake dreaming of few memories when the stars did align
Be whatever has to be you It is fine to be seeming so bemused When one's always starting anew Some things have to bear being used Stop keeping fingers in your backs to point on what you don't believe belong You've really just been losing tracks And it very well may just be lasting ever long
Why yes of course the devil knows ! No way he's sitting out that one And no matter how the world flows Try to utter the word that won, I guess ? Anything that may help soothe the burns Of being constantly irate Helpless, unable of concern Alone and inconsiderate
Someone has to be wrong It's written in the rule of things Cannot keep up, on time for long Until the end it will pull on your strings You stole your own soul Please bring back one when you're finished Orbiting near the monopole Finding out that every thing vanished
"My worst enemy is myself. Nobody else would be up to the task !"