Your body was a weightless feather

I tried to put you back together

Razor wire wrapping up your fingers

Just live chained up by instinct

I think you should live chained to your instincts

Uh abstractions objectively

Abstractions and your autonomy

Living life from inside of a shadow

I think your body must be made hollow

I tried to think but it's impossible

Nothing's ever working as optimal

God's hand reached out and put you in place ALL the masses and eyes see the disgrace God's connecting your mouth to his face all the masses think of the words they can't say yet

All the masses wanting things they can't say yet