What
It's you
Of course
Who else could you be
I did it
I made something new, and I stayed true to my own self through the process
But just who do you think the you was you were staying true to
Just who is having these thoughts anyway
Is it me
Or is it your machine
My brother had six fingers on his three arms
And his eyes were weird to linger, raising alarms
So I put my two fingers on a six bullet trigger
And I shot him cause I thought he was a fake
I don't think things are all that simple
I've been wishing for the days when they were more simple,
But now I'm afraid that there's no going back
But maybe they will if I confess
Oh, I killed my brother, I must be so bad
I killed my brother and I am so sad
How could I kill my brother, I must be so bad
I'm so guilty and now I need to show it
What are these tears rolling down my face
They're not of sympathy, but real empathy
I don't know how I will live with myself,
Oh, I'm so guilty and I want to show it
Oh, I killed my brother, I must be so bad
I killed my brother and I am so sad
How could I kill my brother, I must be so bad
Oh, I'm so guilty and now I need to show it