كلمات Ideas And Clichés

Hi, why give me this thing? What are you doing? You are nothing to me Why don't you take it away? It keeps you from going real deep When I get disheartened, no help appears But what are you doing? The memories you evoke make no sense at all, why? So why not start without saying how I'll make it work No, keep out the trite ideas and clichés, the crap about the soul I'll manipulate it, it'll work through lies Make it up as you go For a gentleman all is right I'll say nothing hits my head Even if I have no secrets Don't know anything about you but I will somehow I used to be at ease It was in a dream, I had no name Preserving the mystery I gotta be hard Hold on forever to the closest support 'Cause everyone knows how right they are What's your fucking name? As a brother, you have shown us the way and made me hard I am so hard