If I had a dollar for every time I couldn't sleep
I could buy a Lot and finally read a book in peace
every time a star dies it leaves a black hole
no matter how far you fly you never escape its pull
what is life when you bleed your memories
while you watch your brain atrophy
my woman keeps asking me why I don't act like me
I'd answer happily if I wasn't busy patching me
my first decade was **** torture and abuse
the next the latter but for being a Jew
the third I've spent crippled and contused
my only hope is I don't end the next confused
this life's a joke that's perpetually reused
cutting me off at the knees brings the audience glee
my mind is a one armed blind engineer trying to steer a multi-dimensional steam engine by sound and heat.