Four white walls, one straight noise
Artificial girls always pick on the boys
Four worlds out, one world in
Four is more if one is gone and none begins to spin
You are me and I am you
And I'm with us that orbit you
Stare and glare don't weep and moan
To no surprise you've wet your eyes and now deserve a throne
I will walk away alone
I would put my hands together, knee to ground to knee
But with so many Gods, and so many streets, how can one God bleed?
I believe in me
Imaginary crickets - they sit on swings and kick their legs
They watch and wait for me to wake and chirp throughout my day
I stand tall - a thousand craters in my hands
For what they've done is dark and bland - attempt to understand
I am only a man
Sarcastic spies hold eyes that lie and lips that follow suit
Tongues will roll but karma's bold - enough to come back through
I see your cuts and scabs construed but souls, they do not bruise
It's very cold when past is present and future is bad news
I wish I had some food
I am hungrier than you