You recognize the words, but can't force yourself to feel disturbed

I can't take anything seriously anymore
Would the weight of a trait rebirth teach someone else?
Am I really a self?

It's all just funny to me
I stall to create my beliefs
Regressing after learning that time equates to nothing
Time equates to nothing

Compared to the things that I need
Your life couldn't mean anything
Sincerity belongs with the weak

A newborn at eighteen
I got in my way because it put a smile on your face
I'm disgusted by a breathing life
I saw myself from eyes that aren't mine

I still have winter clothes on
What possessed me to wear an organ on my sleeve?

Your mother is crying
So, why are you smiling?

Help them to their feet
Then, rip the organ from their sleeve
The longer I'm alive, the less I understand