Am I a martian?
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
Cause I don’t belong in this world
|—||Eminem (via schm17z)|
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, Ill be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if its true, Ill say it all for you
And if you fall, Ill catch you there, Ill be your saviour from all the wars
That are fought inside your world, please have faith in my words
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.