I have no memory For things I've learned Or things I have experienced or heard Neither for people or events I feel like I have experienced next to nothing Learning nothing That I actually know less than the average schoolboy And what I do know is superficial Every second question is beyond me I am incapable of thinking I can't even tell a story properly In fact, I can scarcely talk Now an encouraged obsession To indulge myself in my own corruption By presenting an indomitable figure, but that is a puppet Morally depraved And the lines I so promptly draw Turns vague and blurred Marks and traces left In the dirt And on your face Marks and traces left In the dirt And on your face