Dear popular boy, I know you're used to getting everything so easily, A stranger to the concept of reciprocity. People honor boys like you in this so… - Alanis Morissette

Day one, day one,
Start over again.
Step one, step one,
I'm barely making sense.
For now, I'm faking it
Until I'm pseudo making it.
From scratch, begin again,
But this time "I" as "I"
And not as "we".

I sang Alleluia in the choir (Alleluia)
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man.
My brothers, They never went blind for what they did, but I may as well have. In the name of the Father, the Skeptic and the Son, I had one more stupid question.

First thing that you'll notice is some separation from each other
Yes, it's a lie, we've been believing since time immemorial
There was an apple, there was a snake, there was division
There was a split, there was a conflict in the fabric of life. One became two, and then everyone was out for themselves
Everyone was pitted against each other, conflict ruled the realm
All our devotions and temperaments are pulled from different wells
We seem to easily forget we are made of the same cells.