Who Am I?

Let's hang in a place they say "hard to explain" Confident I am alive, I am lying Searching, lurking, yearning to find them Surely I'm blind, and I've lost my mind (Uh-huh) King of the psalms, reckon my drawl is abysmal But you needn't involve Negative thoughts, but some people wish to Evening boss, top of the morning I can't tell dusk from dawn Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? I am the king of the songs King of the lost on this shipwreck I can sing with the gods Swing without pause nor misstep Run my hands through the stream Is this a dream, or a waking fucking nightmare? At the tip of my wand, I could write songs But why write, why bother? Why be a writer? Why be a son oh, my ghost, my father? Why do I try? Why do we try? Why do I live? Why do I why? Who are you? Who am I? Okay, let's make a list Make a list of what exists Car exists, drugs exist, Juan exists, ball my fist I am angry, but how come? One did this but how done? Why doth speaking with foul tounges? Never should've taken these foul drugs Nevermind, never this This is Juan in a spaceship After all, that's who I came with Oh no the walls, they shapeshift I guess I'll stay here and make lists While the pillowcases makes faces Give anything to escape this This nameless, I hate this (Oooohh, who am I?) (Oooohh, who am I?) Who am I? (Oh wait, no I remember, no) Who am I? (God damnit, God damnit) (God damnit, God damnit) (Oh yeah, that's right) Yeah, I am the king of the songs King of the lost on this shipwreck I can sing with the gods Swing without pause nor misstep Run my hands through the stream Is this a dream, or a waking fucking nightmare? Cause' at the tip of my wand, I could write songs But why write, why bother? Why be a writer? Why be a son oh, my ghost, my father? Why do I try? Why do we try? Why do we live? Why do I why? Who are you? Who am I? Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh