Words that walk, corpses that talk...
Could I borrow your eyes?
I can't stand the way I see myself.
There's a touch of hate in my fingernails,
Wet with twilight.
Sound chops me in half
Like a skeleton consulting tubes for I am mute.
They built a movie set for the world you abandoned
In my head.
I cannot die here and no one hears my defiance.
Want what you need to see because
I don't have the heart to show you
What you want to see.