A sense of static comes into my existence, feelings I Have but cannot put to form. My mouth says words And I pretend to be persistent, ears that listen to Them and hearts are torn.
In my eyes a black n' white tv, colors that I wish to Pour in and spread. People and things will never see. What is inside, inside my head.
Don't listen to me, don't look in my direction. A Decree unknown and for others protection. Can't You see young ones with no experience, it is for my Own good.
I don't know me and nobody else does too, my Curvatures strange to me. Can't you see I wish to be Reborn anew, with moon pretty hands holding tea.
A face so delicate and fine to the touch, covered in Brocade becoming a seductress. A brain muddled And not knowing much, only knowing I am the Conductor, a counductress.
I don't know me nobody else does too, my curvatures Strange to me. Can't you see I wish to be reborn Anew, a body completely set free.
Muscles and bone that ripple power, tall and strong Build making others look with strange gazes. Others Bow down and cower, myself going to amazing Places.
How I wish i could speak, but mysterious is the World for I have no lungs. Looking into the crevices And taking shameful peeks, the people in that world Speak in tongues.
Shame on myself, shame on myself.
