When everything is upside down The truth seems like a lie I'm just confused The outlines of unreached harmony leaving behind Sad residue of rethinking fatal under-thought Which until recently seemed to be the only Immutable truth Everything I live for may turn out to be just a fuck-up And a brick in someone else's big plan How do I know I'm in control of my life, not adrift? Not Adrift? Confused When I try to glue together the relativity of time With the meaninglessness of the events I think I'm dying I'm dead But someone else Is controlling My decaying mind I'm just confused I'm just confused