While my eyes discover a dark cloud
in my endless search for my innocence
it feels like all conciousness drains out of me
like a slow motion fall into a lift shaft
Corpselike I"m staring to the ceiling
Praying for Freeman to free me
and deliver me from guilt
He says I"m not like everyone
and yet I am like everyone from our time:
skeptical, indignant, begrudging
He sees me as a dead soul without a corpse
This sounds hard and cruel, this sounds like truth
And truth advanced to the point of being disruptive
towards social functioning and activities in my daily life
in my endless search for my innocence
it feels like all conciousness drains out of me
like a slow motion fall into a lift shaft
Corpselike I"m staring to the ceiling
Praying for Freeman to free me
and deliver me from guilt
He says I"m not like everyone
and yet I am like everyone from our time:
skeptical, indignant, begrudging
He sees me as a dead soul without a corpse
This sounds hard and cruel, this sounds like truth
And truth advanced to the point of being disruptive
towards social functioning and activities in my daily life