Not the same, we are changed and we are changing still; I've been waiting for the beans to spill. If the truth be told all the plots will unfold: we've as many lives as we have friends or acquaintances, we're all only fractions of a whole. Self-belief glues together personality; well-accomplished in all vanity, in a life-long dream the consciousnesses stream through as many lives as this: all the voices in our heads. My brother's keeper under no lock or key will you always look out for me? I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember the names, the essential's familiar, the personality's under change... Through your eyes I can see reflections of my own, I feel I'm losing sight of all I've known and I'm spiralling down, in the gene pool drowned... Truth is buried deep and just as well: we've as many lives as lies we tell, all the self-taught fragments of fractured personalities. I don't remember your name.