i wonder sometimes if im uh bed of thorns a predator parading rotting wood suckling from my mothers wirey form so incapacitated elevated still negated excalative innovative meanwhile my father shoots the gun and i grow up in powder smoke and no one knows me no one knows no one knows me no one knows umbilical in suede killed of milk and still un paid wounds of fraud and filth that fade between my lips that spill and craven heard a sound just one sound oh so loud god its loud losing time broken mime nothing s mine no nothing s mine i wonder sometimes if im uh a book of worms a slimy disillusion sleeping in the deepest of cores an apple of stars starry eyed surprised blinding light and bending lies finding time to realize meanwhile youre shooting at my bod you watch me stumble in the plague its oh so vague its all so vague its oh so vague its all so vague 