Hell Is An Impression Of Myself

David, do you think that you could lay here for a while?
All I'm asking for's a little of your time
I had that dream:
I die my death and see the afterlife is real

I am someone's mother and I try to take her with me
From the riverbed she presses through my palm
Three copper coins, each single-sided
With a picture of her face

Don't come after me
I have to swim forever by myself

Now the world's on fire & I've cul-de-sac'd the torture
Everything you've done, you're doing it again
I can't confront my terror thoughts
Without a scalpel and a pen

Someone's after me
For doing an impression of myself

Don't come after me
I have to swim forever by myself
Someone's after me
For doing an impression of myself
For living an impression of myself
Hell is an impression of myself