I understand,
you’re the captain, the pilot
And in your hand,
I oughta be docile, pliant
It’s your world, after all,
I’m just living within it
And if that life’s all a lie,
well I guess I’m complicit
Do you feel like God
from atop of that pulpit?
At the edge of the world,
Should I jump, or just spit?
This home is a mold
and I break from within it
But if I do what I’m told
Then just maybe I’ll fit
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC
I understand,
you’re the captain, the pilot
And in your hand,
I oughta be docile, pliant
It’s your world, after all,
I’m just living within it
And if that life’s all a lie,
well I guess I’m complicit
Do you feel like God
from atop of that pulpit?
At the edge of the world,
Should I jump, or just spit?
This home is a mold
and I break from within it
But if I do what I’m told
Then just maybe I’ll fit
This was inspired by “The Hand” by Annabelle Dinda.
