I am not defined by the bias in your mind

The acid in your soil that you're now tasting in the rind

The freedoms you abuse & all the views that make you blind

Yeah that's not me

I'm undefined

I am not defined by the highest mountain I have climbed

The lowest low I've dared to go

In the oceans buried deep inside

There are no chapters in this book

No catchy hooks to underline

No you'll have to dig

& it's hard to find

Like the ancient art of dressing depression up in honey

Yeah I'm just trying to get my claws on that money

I've nothing left to say, I yield my time

So just talk yourself in circles

draw your boxes on that damn dividing line

I am not defined by this unfortunate design

The vessel I imagine ain't the one I occupy

But this one's a work in progress

& then the zeroes multiply

Yeah you could say

It's undefined

Like the ancient art of dressing depression up in honey

Yeah I'm just trying to get my claws on that money

I've nothing left to say, I yield my time

So just draw your line & you will find

That nothing simply won't divide

Uncertain but we're certainly alive

& undefined