Who Am I?

Let's hang in a place they say "hard to explain"
Confident I am alive, I am lying
Searching, lurking, yearning to find them
Surely I'm blind, and I've lost my mind
(Uh-huh)
King of the psalms, reckon my drawl is abysmal
But you needn't involve
Negative thoughts, but some people wish to
Evening boss, top of the morning
I can't tell dusk from dawn

Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

I am the king of the songs
King of the lost on this shipwreck
I can sing with the gods
Swing without pause nor misstep
Run my hands through the stream
Is this a dream, or a waking fucking nightmare?
At the tip of my wand, I could write songs
But why write, why bother?

Why be a writer?
Why be a son oh, my ghost, my father?
Why do I try?
Why do we try?
Why do I live?
Why do I why?
Who are you?
Who am I?

Okay, let's make a list
Make a list of what exists
Car exists, drugs exist, Juan exists, ball my fist
I am angry, but how come?
One did this but how done?
Why doth speaking with foul tounges?
Never should've taken these foul drugs

Nevermind, never this
This is Juan in a spaceship
After all, that's who I came with
Oh no the walls, they shapeshift
I guess I'll stay here and make lists
While the pillowcases makes faces
Give anything to escape this
This nameless, I hate this
(Oooohh, who am I?)
(Oooohh, who am I?)

Who am I?
(Oh wait, no I remember, no) Who am I?
(God damnit, God damnit)
(God damnit, God damnit)
(Oh yeah, that's right)

Yeah, I am the king of the songs
King of the lost on this shipwreck
I can sing with the gods
Swing without pause nor misstep
Run my hands through the stream
Is this a dream, or a waking fucking nightmare?
Cause' at the tip of my wand, I could write songs
But why write, why bother?
Why be a writer?
Why be a son oh, my ghost, my father?
Why do I try?
Why do we try?
Why do we live?
Why do I why?
Who are you?
Who am I?

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Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Martin-cody
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