Fragments and memories
of the natter of my movin’ flesh
I’m a bone-trap, a skull-cage, where
mind was wrapped and will be wasted
They always find me when they need me
but now they turn away from me,
they deny, deny, deny and smile
I’m wrong but won’t be told me why
Why do they free me again?
I would rather free myself
Perfect - I gotta be perfect all the way
as they always say
the right word in the right place
smiling, so much hatred inside.
They’re surface - yes, they are
They hate me - I know they hate
so what should I toletare?