No choice for the feeling but to fester No chance I could cover it with my shell No shade at the center of the center You think you're someone Who thinks he's somebody else But you're only yourself, You're only yourself, You're only yourself, You're only yourself. The death march of complexity and context High art how we cannibalized ourselves The real threat oils up and shovels popcorn You swear it's someone Turns out it's somebody else And you're only yourself You're only yourself You're only yourself You're only yourself Come on inside Sleep in my skull Hole in my head And I never feel full The weight of the world Is a nursery rhyme: "We've got nothing but time." Full stop at the genesis of language No words for the bottomless depths we felt Black bark chokes the forest of our knowledge: I can't be "someone", I can't be somebody else. I'm only myself, I'm only myself, I'm only myself, I'm only myself, I'm only myself, I'm only myself, I'm only myself, I'm only myself.