This is how I've been
Still looking for connections
This is how I live
Synthetic misdirection
This is how I've been
Still looking for connections
This is how I live
Reverse engineering prophecy
Taping wires to my shirtsleeves
Cut my finger adding new keys
Next to my savings card for groceries
Making sound to quell the crowds
Talking loud and breaking down
Finding my head in the clouds
Finding my head in the ground
Offering my burnt skin
To the man in my reflection
Convince myself my pigments
Are little more than fictions
I tell to stop the swell
I yell to break the spell
Myself, my god, my wealth
Myself and my declining health
This is how I've been
Still riddled with compulsions
This is how I live
With mostly good intentions
This is how I've been
In a self-fulfilling sequence
This is how I live
Douse myself in details
The atomic weight of skin cells
The speed at which my voice tells my hands they need to slow down
Or I'll shake out all the sickness
I've admitted keeps me honest
The secret symbiosis of successful coexistence
This is how I've been