There was a day that I watched my own essence split,
And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged
But the first version that was real split and disappeared.
I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge.

It was the same day my hands started to disobey,
They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close.
They started acted like my heart was invincible.
They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost.

I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies.
Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed.
I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know.
I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth.

Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong,
As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave.
Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow.
Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape.

There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts.
Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain.
I know it by the way my body just begs and begs.
Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days.

There was a day that I watched my own Essence split.
Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged.
But the first version that was real split and disappeared
This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn.

Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen.
Maybe just buried my light a little too deep.
Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean.
Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy.

Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be.
Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free.
Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me,
Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.