We are all struggling with the same fundamental thing.

Even if we realize it or not we are all condemned to the same consciousness.
And the same condition.
An awareness that we are trapped in a mind.

In a body.

In a world.

In a universe of multitudes.

With no idea what any of it really is, or why it is.

She once told me that to live in the Underpass is to live under the heavy thumb of a malevolent God, every one of us a *****, drowsy bird too tame for the wilderness of the sky.

I remember when I first caught sight of the clouds, first felt the wind, smelled flowers...

all at once I felt every ounce of dirt weighing me down.

Surround me with family
guilty and pleading
they've got their conclusions about how it is, about how I am
what to do with the wreckage you toss to the side,
oh darling for you
yes it's all for you
when I'm up in the morning and struggle day in day out for you,
too bad you're as selfish as the last home I laid down in bed with
it's a shame when it's finished
fake people with all their fake lives will thank me
Yeah they'll all thank me

you confirmed all of my horrors
when you said you can't touch me sober

I miss your friends
I miss my friends
I miss everyone at once

You’ve got the heart I’ve got the aches
Babe