| I’ve forgotten my name | 
| I’m sick and weak and fresh from sleep | 
| I crawl from a crooked bed | 
| With dirty feet and shaky hands | 
| The numbers on the clock read | 
| One-one-O-four A. M | 
| I’ve got time to clean myself | 
| Then sell my soul again | 
| When I sleep I dream | 
| I dream I’m awake | 
| Or was it when I’m awake | 
| I dream I’m asleep? | 
| I work, I shit, I eat, I sleep | 
| I’m inspected by the number seven | 
| This can’t be my life | 
| No this isn’t me | 
| I don’t know what’s beset this change | 
| I barely recognize my own face | 
| In my mind I know that something’s not right | 
| But in my heart I’m bathed in the golden light! | 
| I’m bathed in the golden light! | 
| I’m bathed in the golden iight!!! | 
| My eyelids still heavy, my pulse still faint | 
| I’m puzzle peices, my memory’s stained | 
| I feel strength swell — a day dream | 
| I’m shaking under this duality | 
| My pulse is still faint | 
| I hear a strange voice but don’t know what it’s saying | 
| And in this moment | 
| Seconds stop and I burst with clarity | 
| A wealth of love and hate gone blank | 
| For I finally remember my fucking name! | 
| I eat rocks | 
| And I breathe wind | 
| I’ve been around the world and back again | 
| I’ve lost the static | 
| The gray is gone | 
| I have the power of a million exploding suns | 
| I am consumed by my might | 
| Blinded in light as I would be in night | 
| The void is holding me tight | 
| It doesn’t feel right | 
| When will I ever break free | 
| Within or without, I’m chained by the dream | 
| The void is holding me tight | 
| It doesn’t feel right | 
| When will I ever break free | 
| Within or without, I’m chained by the dream | 
| The void and the light are both me | 
| It doesn’t feel right | 
| Bright lights flood my eyes | 
| It’s true | 
| Now I realise | 
| The perilous truth | 
| Of a perilous life | 
| By my own device | 
| The strength of my high | 
| Is the strength of my low | 
| Unless there’s no me | 
| They both. | 
| They both explode! |