For whatever reason you refuse to feel this safe from you
To know what’s inside of you, really know it.
Whatever you’re particular anesthetic is, that
You hold on to so desperate, the thing you need,
That makes you think...you know...who you are.
Whatever that thing is you allow to keep you
Saying Yo! It’s my home. The side that keeps you
From trying to guess what you’re in as you know.
Whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very
Moment, in absolute and shear form....
Whatever you fuck your brain with.... whatever that is,,
Whateeeever thaat iss.........It's alive.....It's alive