Explorer (Comp) - D.R.I.

If they don’t, don’t blame me

I’m exploring my identity

I set the stage for the anonymous play

Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way

So, if you should turn on me

It’s because you don’t understand

And won’t until you assemble

The fragmented picture of a shattered man

I’m searching and my own mind

Is my latest, greatest most fabulous find

I had to explore everything

All the drugs and drink

Cut my dick off with a butter knife in the sink

Lived in jail for a thousand or more years

Got lost for fifteen million more at sears

Never know what I might do next

Destroy myself

Discover death