You aren't who you thought you were
It's got nothing to do with being tired

You aren't who you thought you were
It does t matter that you were fired

What's your job if it isn't your passion
What's your passion if it isn't a religion that you've succumbed to
A ritual cloaked in the guise of a miracle to  hide yourself from you

So tell me, between the ****** whispers, who the **** are you?