Blood and Bone

And then I thought I saw something Somewhere far in the distance At least two hours on foot Someplace where, perhaps I might find something Something important Once mine, a part of me And then I thought "What if I could reach it Get there and bring it back?" This way I am more like you And you are more like her And she is more like him And he is more like us And we are more like them All of them This is me Flattering, don't you think? What am I really? Expanding grayness? Blood and bone? Blood and bone? Rather exposing, now Naked teeth, Benadryl Naked teeth, Benadryl Would you have recognised me? If only I hadn't told you If only they hadn't shown you I could still have a face Is there anything worse than being transparent? Is there anything worse than being transparent? I'm data I'm data, data I'm data Only data Without face Without shape, without soul I am data, I am data See me, study me Use me, abuse me Destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me better Without face Without shape, without shape, without soul Layer by layer (data, I am data) I appear, the walls rapidly joining Layer by layer I see right through you Is there anything worse than being transparent? Prayers unfelt going around my ego Temperature dropping, anxiety rising Blood and bone, blood and bone Closed lips consume hurt I wonder what will become of my last hiding place Can every door be opened? Is there really no shelter? Use me, abuse me Destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me better Without face, without shape Without shape, without soul Without voice See me, study me Use me, abuse me Destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me better Without face, without shape Without shape, without soul Layer by layer Without soul I think it could perfectly joining See me, study me Use me, abuse me Destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me better Without face, without shape Without shape, without soul Layer by layer I appear The walls rapidly joining Layer by layer You see right through me I wonder what will become from my last hiding place Can every door be opened? Is there really no shelter?