Whose hands am I in?
Right now
Right now
Feet in the shoes
But whose hands am in?
In the hands of my brain?
On tendons and nerves
Jungles reacting
Reaction and swinging
On the branches of my eyes
Whose face is it?
It is the reflections face
Or mine
Is this me
Is this what I breath through
Is that what I raise in surprise
Is me this
Is me that
I have to know
I need to know
If this body is mine
Or else
This is a cage
a box
A cube
Four walls, the ceiling and floor
Am I standing on the ceiling
Is my head facing the wall?
In altitude I start swimming
Jump and float
Here I am
Found myself
In the corner
And now the world is upside-down
She is smiling and tears are dripping over her forehead
He is picking up his pen and birds are flying backwards
To the ground
Hitting
Smashing
Pumpkin
Seeds
Everywhere on the ceiling
Everything is held by the joints
With stainless steel made in china strings
No screws in my kneecaps
Elbows in straight lines
Pulled by the gravity
My eyes get ****** out of their sockets
And I fall backwards, too
Where everyone is screaming and laughing
Well I don't know how to talk and explain,
From right to left
From finish to start
In perfect order
Like they do