In the Unknown

There's bunch of things that happened since

I woke up what I left in the unknown

There's bunch of things that happened since

I woke up what I left in the unknown

So pick up my soul

Tell me what's left of that

So pick up my soul

Tell me what's wrong with that

There's bunch of things that happened since

I woke up what I left in the unknown

So pick up my soul

Tell me what's left of that

Yeah tell me what's left of that

It's fading away

And I can't stand none of what you say

Can't get enough of what I need

Is that what I do that makes you flee?

Or is my whole self that is obscene?

So pick up my puzzle pieces

Sort that shit out

Figure what I am

From now on I'm okay