Go ahead, help yourself, indulge your twin
There's only so much of time you have left
Well spent
Asleep, or awake, or are they the same
Does it matter? & what does it mean
To them or to me
Should I be afraid, or feel ashamed
And for what, & towards whom should it be
And to what degree
To cry, or to hate, or sit in fate
Why is peace always temporary
Why is nature a fiend
As I said help yourself, indulge your whims
There's only so much of life you have left
Well spent
Is God insane, or just away
"No one's there" is what the quiet tells me
So, louder, I sing