My brain has been washed, and I don’t remember much of what has taken place before.
I see these people I once called friends and lovers, but I can’t recall how, where, when we met or why I even know them
Some I go out with because I’m figuring out what brought us together
Yet, at the end of every night
I realize that I’m dead
It’s a continuous cycle of dreams
Some are still in that dream while others have drifted off
When I wake up I remember for a limit of time and again I’m dead
I’m not who I say I am, and its time that I reveal myself, I understand that I may be judged, but I don’t care anymore because I’m dead, and telling who ever you are who I am might bring me back to life and set me free, but before that I have to adjust a couple of things to bring you into my New World Death Legacy.