he who holds my hands bound
dragging me to his cave
my bare knees scrape the concrete
a product of withstand if i misbehave
there my name will stand on a blank paper
but with exposed knees
i will dig my nails down until they are locked
then the man in black will be shocked
once a lamb who was fed carrots
just so he could sculpture
has turned into the costume of a vulture
i will turn my composure into stone
and when they bring out the bulls
i will stare into their face
but my objection will be painted red
so the three bulls will know who to aim
the bulls ambition they misread
above the cave there are hands
dragging me down
they have my feet
and they're chewing for matter
trying to pull me into malfunction
i'm thin and petite
so i'll crawl into their cave
i'll be obedient
i'll do as they say
they have strapped me veinless.
and plugged me with chords
they will power me up
i have overheated
my shackles have exploded
i am the outcome of destruction
they didn't hear the lamb's hurtful cries
they restrained the enraged vulture
he's a fraud he's a fake
he can bind my hands
he can stuff my mouth silent
he can pull me to my grave
he can bury me alive
and wish me pain
but i am the dirt
is your value of a soul
less than the possession of power?
now
i will never be pulled to the cave
they will always cleanse us out
we can follow side by side
and then the man in black will stand in chaos
there the bulls will follow us
and if we don't win
we will be dismissed together
then the
lamb, vulture and bull
will protect the dirt
