In listless days and dismal nights
My mind is plagued and teems with fright
I would die to find myself
All contoured, rotting, my poor young self

For I am plagued, yes plagued indeed
With thoughts minds call inadequacy 
And in my mind, there is no game
There are no thoughts, all things are plain
My life is seldom thought to bring
Such joy to those, myself, all things

And every day I walk the walk
But when out of my mind I talk
It's what I find to be untrue
A mask of me to cover you

There is no god but only men
And will you be my one true friend?
Who knows me, fore I won't know myself
For I am but a cosmic, willowing ash
And there is no ego, only swirling insecurities

Frack! Cling! Bash!
Every word becomes a mask
Every sound is now a nightmare
You don't know me
I don't know me
How could I know anything
If I am unsure of one?