I don't remember my name,
Can not remember what it sounded like —
Someone did something to my brain,
Somebody's dead, but
I'm feeling fine

I have the arms I never use,
I tell the things, but
They are bold and false
Some part of me still knows my soul,
But there's a part which just follows
My body calls

I'm living like you said:
I'm praying in the evening
And I fall into the sin on Fridays