Here In The Hole

You see, that's the way the world is

Not a lot you can do about it

Except to accept

There was a time I thought about it

Plenty of time I thought about it

Then decided not to

Here in the hole; I'm surrounded by fools

Degenerates and phonies

I suffer a constant bombardment of nonesence from all sides

When central control rendered me (?) to requirements

My imprinters relocated to the ruins of Paris, where I regenerate

My new face accepting me immediately without the usual problems

I operate a program of self denial

Yet languish in polymorphous perversity as is my want

Each day, although I believe I'm free;

Something pulls me back into a past made real only by their understanding

And all the while the calls come in, and keep coming in (and keep coming and keep coming...)

And still;

I'm hunted for my flesh

I'm hounded for my beauty

In a world turned on its head

I steady myself, ready to enter (ready to enter)

They believe I know everything, but if my master's memory serves me well

In fact I know nothing

And so they will find me;

And in the middle of a cold afternoon, they will ask:

"What is it exactly that you know?" (exactly exactly exactly...)

And then, they will take me outside

And they will kill me

That much I do know