It seems like delusion Haunting me every day There is mysterious fusion Inside me... Mind astray! Oh, I feel like pack of cards I was made of few Contradictory parts.
First part says: "Let your convictions rot!" Second part says: "Do not!" Someone says: "Ignore the truth" Someone says: "Listen to your muse".
Sick and tired of eternal confrontation Don't want hear anymore useless conversations I'm just a third half Of myself Starting study My own body Falling to pieces By kicks and kisses I have no power I'm hero and I'm coward.
Multiplicity, the gallery of faces On the run all the days, from sixes to aces My ingenuity And imagination Take priority Over reputation My second part Dislikes this way Misgivings keep Running through my veins...
First half screams Brings me to the boil Gathering and Storing up the spoils Second half sings Rights all the wrongs And I can hear These graceful songs.
First part says: "Let your convictions rot!" Second part says: "Do not!" Someone says: "Ignore the truth" Someone says: "Listen to your muse".