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