Born Anew

Which of my many faces Which of my many mouths Give form to original thinking If the other faces allow? The others are busy performing In varying societal scenes But which endlessly multiplying Opinion is coming from me? Kill off your tribe And you’ll be born anew Which of my various voices And which of my varying roles Cementing an outward perception Is gladly assuming control? The terror of never belonging To anyone’s bottomless feed Censor my tongue numb my instinct I beg of you, keep needing me Kill off your tribe And you’ll be born anew And you’ll sleep sound again Knowing you’re really you And you’ll be born anew Knowing you’re really you And you’ll be born anew