I suffer more or less, a mortal quest born a mess
Fully formed in the womb, in a tomb I bore the stress
Worn from the wounds, my best not enough to move stone
Sharin' these basic instincts to prove I'm reclusive prone
This exclusive home of peace seems to be elusive, so
Non-inclusive of us secluded drones, my conclusions grow
I'm reduced to hope for a painless death, or a day that's blessed
Just one way that works, worth testin' to weigh my chance
Where's Mother Theresa when you need her, I'm starving too
Longing for human touch, I'm not Marvin the Martian turned Q
Who do I turn to, my discernment is fucked, this sermon corrupt
It's garish to a parish that seems to disrupt
Yet cherish those who erupt, I'm indecisive with most
I get dressed every morning, but inside I'm a ghost
Confiding to those in mourning, informing most in droves
That inside I'm destroying, bad jeans like good-will clothes
Perhaps society provided me with lies, to kill hopes
I'm numb from the crown down, lyin' to myself I feel broke
I'm still soaked in surreal soap, cleaning my life is a dream
Only twice I seen my pops, Aids yanked him off the scene
Now I'm seen as obscene, locked in quandary wandering
Wonderin' which of my father's qualities are part of me
Frolicking, so far life seems to be about sodomy
The constant cons and schemes, it seems beyond apology

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