Psycho

That's me in the mirror. Me. Me? Take a knife, cut a piece. Is it me again? The same me?
Me is on my head. Me is my mind. In the mirror there's no me. There's just a body. Arms, legs, face. Me is inside. Would me be able to go outside? To run away? Me can't. But me can fly away. And me likes it.

Siempre dependerás de tu cuerpo. Pero no te confundas con él.