Give me attention
Give me discretion
Give me all that I can't be myself
I want to be loved
I want to be fought
I want to be someone but no one
No one is alright
No one is all right
No one is absolute and absolution now
Can't even think of where to go next
Give us all creation
Give us desolation
Give us nothing that can evolve
We want the whole truth
We want division
We want to make something we never can have
Everyone has such force
Everyone is enforced
Everyone works towards nothing with smiles
Perhaps that was something after all
Why do we do this?
Why don't we do this?
Why must we always go this way?
When is it all done?
When are we all gone?
When do we ever catch a break?
Can we ever just stop?