Sometimes I forget that my skin
Doesn't belong to me and I feel like a human
And I get all the rests of my links
Write other page to profit that pauses
Sometimes I try chat with God
And I try to return, and try be a good dog
Maybe it's time to refound all my sins
To conquer your smile and you let me go out

Your call, empty advice
So wrong, so dry, that I can't deny
So strong, so high, that I can't deny

Every time I can't stop my disease
And increase what I wish, I plan not defeat you
I'm pretending to be sober and engaged
Wasting the odds, walking in nonexistence
Every time I try chat with God
I can't return, I can't be human
Will my hope be a stair to your care?
A bridge to freedom? A way for my own loss?

Your call, empty advice
So wrong, so dry, that I can't deny
So strong, so high, that I can't deny