Day after day I comb my brain

Searching for words which sound the same

Choosing these words and making them fit

Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense

If they don't, don't blame me

I'm exploring my identity

I set the stage for the anonymous play

Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way

So, if you should turn on me

It's because you don't understand

And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture

Of a shattered man

I'm searching

And my own mind

Is my latest, greatest

Most fabulous find

I had to explore everything

All the drugs and drink

Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink

Lived in jail for a thousand or more years

Got lost for fifteen million more at sears

Never know what I might do next

Destroy myself

Discover death