Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia / Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to Fusiform Gyrus) [2020 Remastered Version]

You're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're-

Carving out a fact from a reckoning!

Beckoning your back, skin sagging off its skeleton

Levitating off the ground

Is another man wearing your face

All the other false identities

Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories

Shuddered at what they found

When they stripped away the grace

Eulogy or biography, I'm who I ought to be

And that is God to me (never, never, never)

So, my God, what's wrong with me?

If who I wanna be might be

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

No, never!

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, and no, you're never gon' find

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Damn, I thought you're not your imposter

You're so sure you're not gonna get caught

Dead in your own skin

But you didn't choose what you were born in

And another man in your repertoire

Ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs

Still the same rules apply

From the birthday to the mourning

What you feel and what you do, are those things really you?

And if not, then what is? (Never, never, never)

So, my God, what's wrong with you?

And I'm still asking who that is

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

No, never

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive