No wonder all you humans
Get confused now and then
So much to live but nothing to live for
But for me it's different
I never get confused
I was born that way
And will probably die that way too
I know this headache will never go away
As long as I live
I'll be seeing things in a different way
I know I'll be the last person to enter heaven
I know I'll just make it before they close the door
Surely the sun will set over my pathetic life one day
And they will stare at my tombstone and pray
Only then they'll know
That all this is an illusion
Nothing is clear but the confusion
You know a king once said:
“Confusion will be my epitaph”
I guess it'll be mine too
Kings are alike….
