It’s so inhuman, but it’s coming from my body
The monsters on this planet are coming from inside me
A hologram of my blood is reaching out behind me
No bones in sight, just the stars from my own eyes

How do you explain the landscape of a womb
Yellow-bellied, red with fever, in a room of pale blue
A hologram of my mind is reaching out to blind me
Just the stars in my eyes, no bones in sight