six of my bones
placed into these microphones,
I hope you can hear these walls talk.

five of my fingers
placed into these singers,
I hope you can feel what they say.

four of my hairs,
placed into these snares,
I hope you can tap to my thoughts.

three of my toes
placed into these flows,
I hope you can rinse in regrets.

two of my eyes,
placed into these lines,
I hope you can read me as well.

one of my hearts,
placed into these charts,
I hope you know I've given it all.

none of my tears,
placed into these fears,
I hope you know how I appear.