Which of my many faces
Which of my many mouths
Give form to original thinking
If the other faces allow?
The others are busy performing
In varying societal scenes
But which endlessly multiplying
Opinion is coming from me?
Kill off your tribe
And you'll be born anew
Which of my various voices
And which of my varying roles
Cementing an outward perception
Is gladly assuming control?
The terror of never belonging
To anyone's bottomless feed
Censor my tongue numb my instinct
I beg of you, keep needing me
Kill off your tribe
And you'll be born anew
And you'll sleep sound again
Knowing you're really you
And you'll be born anew
Knowing you're really you
And you'll be born anew