Testo Disappearing Ink

I recreate in the usual way
Shut some breakers off but not the whole box
Next day I fake till the fog finally abates
Again at risk of being bored by clear thought

Am I asleep? Am I awake?
And why am I asking you?
Do I enjoy the drugs I take? My Lord
I hope I do
I hope I do

A false binary when it's probably something in between
Pierce the yolk and watch it bleed together
The heavy things we think written in disappearing ink
They may be long gone, but not forever

Am I asleep? Am I awake?
And why am I asking you?
Do I enjoy the drugs I take?
My Lord
I hope I do
I hope I do