Russian Dolls

A living contradiction, revolving doors inside my head, I fall into remission, I'm using rope for needle thread. Chase my thoughts away, who am I today? Changing faces, rearranging, I can't find, who am I? Changing places, rearranging, Can't decide who i am today. So many introductions, like Russian dolls stacked inside my, wooden shell with my brothers held, splintered case so hollow, wooden shell with my brothers held, splintered case so hollow. Chase my thoughts away, who am i today? I hear myself complain, complain, complain Changing faces, rearranging i can't find, who am i? Changing places, rearranging, can't decide who i am today