This band is a pathogen
It’s damaging, reprogramming my brain
And now I cannot think the same
Please just give me some reprieve from how I am perceived
These many lives we live as one
A congealing, performed character
Fist me til your hand comes out my mouth
Then turn me inside out
All I do is think of myselves
How can I be dog?
I chase the identity crisis
I chase the ego trip
I chase the path of the righteous
I chase my own tail
I exist as this
Some concept based on projection from a project based on myself
That has reached its peak obsession as I can think of so little else
I think I’m a narcissist, maybe I’m a sociopath
Could I just be self critical, or all at once at that?
I chase the identity crisis
I chase the ego trip
I chase the path of the righteous
I chase my own tale
