i swam across a desert just to find my clothes i reached an island on a peninsula i knew i started thinking of myself how there s no place to go now that i m on my feet it s like counting sheep when they re not there i ve walked across the ocean just to find my shoes i wore the soles off and i couldn t find my boat i started thinking of my thoughts i risk with perfect circle of 44 in stones it s like counting sheep when they re not there broken thoughts of a million scratching wolves i m not comfortable and i m uncomfortable in your place and i m not comfortable and i m not comfortable which i hate which i hate and there s too many people for you to blame will i stay i m not comfortable