Who is this corpse I carry while I’m living dead in sin?
Who is this female body that I long to hold within?
When I stop to question my solar panel beam
A heartfelt voice enlightens me with a violent brutal scream
Who is this corpse I carry while I’m yakking all day long
That relies on false imaginings to prove it’s never wrong?
When I stop to question the meaning of my words
A heartfelt voice engulfs me with the songs of little birds
Who is this corpse I carry while I’m never being worn?
Who is this fashion garment that’s forever being torn?
When I stop to question my latest potent dream
A heartfelt voice encourages me to leave my football team
Who is this corpse I carry while I’m cheating on myself
That doesn’t pay attention to its master’s hidden health?
When I stop to question just how I get from A to B
A heartfelt voice endows me with a gift from memory
Who is this corpse I carry while I’m content to trudge along?
Who is this broken bottle that is wearing a silly thong?
When I stop to question my conventional life theme
A heartfelt voice engraves me to do exactly what I mean
Who is this corpse I carry while I refuse to follow my path
That whimpers like a pussy when he hears destiny’s wrath?
When I stop to question exactly the meaning of it all
A heartfelt voice repels me from tearing down the wall
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