Whatever - Firmament

Here I am in simple form, a malady of mockery.

Strictly entertainment, make the most of grief cause it’s you or me.

Out among the crowd i can’t tell what is real,

I’ve lost myself lost my way in separation.

You make me feel like whatever, God, whatever brings me home.

Ain’t this the life?

No?

Doesn’t it scare you?

Now?

This all means nothing at all.

I lost my head in the crowd, no more sense could wear me down

I’m worth my weight in arrogance,

the gnash of teeth against what was said:

You make me feel like whatever,

God, whatever makes me whole.