I Never Liked Anyone And I'm Afraid Of People

When the contents of a membranous shell Dry and turn to sand The shell becomes a withered tomb And cracks as it demands The things I want, I hold them dear But the things I want hold dearer Making promises to a faithless expression Looking back from inside a mirror There's something like a nothingness That's terribly elusive The more I want to shut me down The more I am abusive And when I watch the sideshows of the bits of me I'm dragging I don't recognize the photographs I'm not sure when and if they happened I forget the me that I must have been Before the me that I am now I remember a year that I got through But I don't remember how The devil lives in the crossing place Between two mountains in the desert For forty days he promised me his kingdom for forever I forget the me that I must have been Before the me that I am now I remember a year that I got through But I don't remember how I forget the me that I must have been Before the me that I am now I remember a year that I got through But I don't remember how Don't remember how The devil lives in the crossing place Between two mountains in the desert For forty days he promised me his kingdom for forever But I'm not sure I'm fit to run a kingdom of any kind Every time I know myself I leave what I know behind