I am not myself
but I think I've been here before.
I'm carrying a heavy load, a piggyback from Job
and I can't break the spell anymore
I am not myself
but no one seems to care.
It's a moving target,
one less than infinity,
it's a zero sum game.
What's the b-plan?
I'm all ears.
Something to take the edge off
It'll set you free
truth serum.
Spar with him.
Grow old with him.
Moloch court us.
But don't let them turn you into fodder boy.
I am not myself
Maybe I never will be
But you're too young to die
for something you don't understand, why?
I've loved you since you were born.
Don't go.
What's the b-plan?
I'm all ears.
Something to take the edge off
It'll set you free
truth serum.
Spar with him.
Grow old with him.
Moloch court us.
But don't let them turn you into fodder boy.