why should i believe in you? what has turned out to be true? where am i god? why should you know, when i should not? let's argue as people i'll speak to myself as an equal many moments passing by me i must press myself onto them all must wait for the neighbors they're always so aware and we're running scared ....i must have made it up thought someone gave a fuck about so in my mind deliberately amplified the problem completes you can't stop it until you concede too many moments passing by me i must press myself onto them all why should i believe in you? what has turned out to be true? what's the point of me and you we're through