Tell me who I am to you and beg my thoughts again
So I can rest assured this time that truth will never bend
I am not clay for you to mold or mix with what you will
Diluted into something you can neither hold nor spill
The substance of my flesh decays, corruptible indeed
But soil only brings to life my neatly planted seed
With shell intact I bare the weight you've placed upon my ground
Finding rest inside a world you've neither sought nor found
And were I to defend myself, respond to what you've said
The words I'd speak with tainted tongue would fall upon my head
A guillotine to execute, suspended thoughts the blade
My recompense - the blood I shed for what it is we've made