When the contents of a membranous shell dry and turn to sand The shell becomes a withered tomb and cracks as air demands The things i need i hold them dear but the things i want hold dearer Making promises to a faithless expression looking back from inside a mirror I forget the me that i must have been before the me that i am now I remember a year that i got through, but i don't remember how There's something like a nothingness that's terribly illusive The more i want to shut me down the more i am abusive And when i watch the slideshow of the bits of me i'm dragging I don't recognize the photographs, i'm not sure when (and if) they happened The devil lives in the crossing place between two mountains in the desert For 40 days he promised me his kingdom for forever But i'm not sure i'm fit to run a kingdom of any kind Every time i know myself, i leave what i know behind