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?