you and me caught in a frenzy

i’m desolate and bothered but never hopeless fragmented personalities

i think i’ll quench my thirst

i’ve grown accustomed to disgrace

and impressions that stop me from acting

had to be moved back, operated by strings

i should’ve slit them first

looking for answers

i nibble at everything

becoming the master of nothing

a puppet of passions (is) in a twofold chain

i fall by the same rock, then i fall again

but i am better than most men better than most men

i am better than most men better than most men and i count my years in winters

bliss is a river that i can’t drink from

had to be moved back, operated by strings

i’ve grown accustomed to your face though i’m better than most men, better than most men better than most men, better than most men in my veins flow the streams of honey better than most men, better than most men in my veins flow the streams of rage better than most men, better than most men