I was a copy of a copy of a copy, Gray mornings, catalog lives, Everything I hold turns into my cage A perfect prison, designed to keep me blind. Numbers on a screen, Sleepwalking through the daylight hours, Insomnia carved holes inside my brain. Consumer, commodity, slave of routine, Nothing mattered, Until he came! Inside my head, A storm I can’t contain, He whispers, he laughs, And nothing feels the same. He showed me freedom with broken fists, Soap and scars, gasoline dreams, The uprising rose, reborn from ash Pain was real, But we craved it all. We were fools, all singing, all dancing in the world And it felt... ALIVE! Inside my head!, He’s louder than my thoughts!, I see his face!, And it looks like MINE! I pulled the trigger against myself, A bullet to silence the double. He fell, I remained. My blood, it tasted like truth I killed him... ...But he was me. Marla walks through the smoke, Eyes full of questions, Hands trembling in mine. The city shudders, glass collapsing, And I tell her softly, Everything’s gonna be fine! Inside my head, The storm was wearing my face, No voice, no master, Just fire in my eyes. Marla, Marla, Marla, Marla,... hold on tight… You met me... At a very strange time in my LIFE!
