Is this who you are?
Some sweet violent urge
A weak fallen man
With the promise of an end?
All the pretty people died
Innocence is out of style
All the whores have gone away
Now there's nothing left for me
Why are you here, are you listening?
Can you hear what I am saying?
I am not here, I'm not listening
I'm in my head and I'm spinning
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
