Wounds

Paranoid am I an android A checker in a game of chess Out of place I'm from outer space better than being a pawn I guess I am deep in thought but not having any deep thought I am frayed Always beg to differ but never make a difference it's not ok Why does this feel so empty Why do I feel so numb Why do the days all seem to come undone Unsung Gladly I sit with Boo radley even he speaks in tongues to me The cupboards bare why do I even care the entire worlds greek to me I will play along but I'm longing to be played out I'm afraid I am lonely even when I'm not alone in Disarray Not asking for a handout Not asking for rewards I know there must be something more Something more Pseudo Panacea this wound won't heal A faux antiserum this wound will never heal Anti Antiseptic this cut won't fucking heal I have a hole in my soul a hole that needs filled --- Wounds - 98 Mute