Aliens in My Head

Leaving is harder now you're further down The road ends it twists and bends, I hope that you Will notice everything I've hidden from my Selfish, substituted, sickening Relentless Nothing new comes out clean Dripping portraits of the past obscured Collapsing, pocket sized and foldable Relax me, try to pry my softer side And, maybe, muster the man lost inside My whore's heart Nothing new comes out clean Surviving, it's been 2 years since I saw myself Obsessive rumination lead me to the Answer? I don't know shit and I never will But after all we can know is who we are Coz you are Nothing new comes out clean