they put me in a box
and i put myself out of it
i am infinite shapes
in this infinite world

disinfect yout disgusting germs
i hear drowning screams from the folk
the distant people are hurting and dying
remove, remove, remove, remove

i've been stamped like a cow
but you can't see
my insides are burning - trying to heal
but the stamps keep coming
even from me

the language is poor
and life is hard
i can only explain
with actions and their descriptions
i'm trying to do my part

reaching for the sun
and getting your leaves burned
hiding in the shadows
and rotting away

i swirl my teaspoon around
in my small cup of coffee
i can't help but notice
the black hole
that is appearing
i want to hold onto it
because it seems so familiar
reminding me of a sickness
that is swirling around
inside of me