I Never Liked Anyone And I'm Afraid Of People

When the contents of a membranous shell

Dry and turn to sand

The shell becomes a withered tomb

And cracks as it demands

The things I want, I hold them dear

But the things I want hold dearer

Making promises to a faithless expression

Looking back from inside a mirror

There's something like a nothingness

That's terribly elusive

The more I want to shut me down

The more I am abusive

And when I watch the sideshows of the bits of me I'm dragging

I don't recognize the photographs

I'm not sure when and if they happened

I forget the me that I must have been

Before the me that I am now

I remember a year that I got through

But I don't remember how

The devil lives in the crossing place

Between two mountains in the desert

For forty days he promised me his kingdom for forever

I forget the me that I must have been

Before the me that I am now

I remember a year that I got through

But I don't remember how

I forget the me that I must have been

Before the me that I am now

I remember a year that I got through

But I don't remember how

Don't remember how

The devil lives in the crossing place

Between two mountains in the desert

For forty days he promised me his kingdom for forever

But I'm not sure I'm fit to run a kingdom of any kind

Every time I know myself

I leave what I know behind