That's not who I am
I'm built of burning wood
And hacked off pieces of granite deemed
Too coarse for cobble stones
That's not who I am
I'm nobody's child
I built myself through a muddled
Community of moth wings
We never tasted sugar, never felt the rosy clothes'
Crushing flesh, blushing chosen lyrics
******* swallows and cheating sucklers
Cold, sunken, green with no choice
That's who I am - my own monster
Stitched from what I liked, stuck with our greasy wick
I blended myself, found my backbone
In the granite sifted and spat away
You can't name me, I get that right
To bore myself in your thick skull
You gave me over to the frost the day I forgot what
Stupid people said I should love