The Explorer

Day after day I comb my brain Searching for words which sound the same Choosing these words and making them fit Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense If they don't, don't blame me I'm exploring my identity I set the stage for the anonymous play Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way So, if you should turn on me It's because you don't understand And won't until you a*semble the fragmented picture Of a shattered man I'm searching And my own mind Is my latest, greatest Most fabulous find I had to explore everything All the drugs and drink Cut my d**k off with a butterknife in the sink Lived in jail for a thousand or more years Got lost for fifteen million more at sears Never know what I might do next Destroy myself Discover death