Bad Books - Supposed To Be

I'm waiting for a word to feel different from the others I've heard
I'm tired of my voice but I'm bound to it, these are my choices

It's endless, this debate
The misapplied philosophy, the shadows in the cave

The two dogs at my feet
And I decide which one will die who starves and who eats

The more I sit and stare they look the same to me they offer up a bleeding question in their teeth and I'm surprised when it's my voice that speaks
What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now

And it's quiet, and I'm alone
And indifferent to the things I can know

I've exhausted my interest
In the contradicting plates in me the struggling shift
And I'm sorry for the mess, to you for sure, or even more, myself most I guess

See the once the bells that rang throughout my hanger head they caution me awake we thought that you were dead
Go testify your fundamental need

What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now
What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now

Pirouette the waltz across the tight we'll tie a dream that pulls that asked to colonize your mind
The life you want, the life you likely need

What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now
What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now

Now that I can see, what I'm supposed to be now