make a tithe of your body and I'll hold it in place
make a lie of your smile and I'll smile at your face
make an ounce of sweat, equal gallons of blood
make a mirror of my being, now I'm not who I was
make a whisper that echoes as my silence is still
make patterns of the chaos, or if you want, I will
make a trance that I'll live in, if I wake you can cry
make a box for misgivings, then I'll give you the sky