So I got feet and I got some hands, so I can point to anywhere and get there, so what if I can, i got a heart that beat beat beats me to confounded misery, oh I got a clock that ticks down to sickness, ticks wicked wicked wicked winged things until I am collapsing in cycles of rain, they pick your bones with whispers and a great hush sound whittled down distilled down down to what? The question of something of nothing, to some imaginings imagined imaginarily I imagine many many things, like when I wake up I will pick myself up and make myself up a plan to be everything and nothing, I will make it all up and it will become me. I've seen wicked wicked things become nothing to me. oh brevity you were the greatest gift to me, oh but sincerity look what you’ve done to me, oh give me your apologies, I want your apologies, oh look what I've done with my hands, my feet, my heart, my misery, oh look what I've done with my hands my feet, my heart my misery, make me wake up rise up through the dirt to be something pretty damn wonderful.
with my eyes glowing i can see where i am going when your eyes are glowing i can see when i am going to wish it all, to wish it all back from the dust.