I can taste the cancer lingering in this place

What's real? What's fake? I ask as I rot away

These broken hands can't carry the weight

I'll isolate, I'll contemplate

An ape in a cage, your whole existence is living on a stage

An ape in a cage, my whole existence is living on this stage

These broken hands can't carry the weight

I'll isolate, I'll contemplate, touch some grass, and calibrate