Rolled over my own self I'm the fetus of my own death Say, I'll be off this day To the light that always made us say "Look how it is, oh, so pretty outside" as birds pop eggs and swallow knots You grin but I cannot smile I see what you are and what I'm not
And your face And I crawl It's your beauty and it is my fall In your face You're a whole Fallen particules from my rotten wall
I can reach You're straight hair
I'll roll you over myself May I cage you in my depth It's normal that you can't see It is so dark in here But look how it is so, so pretty outside Don't you mind going for a ride? shrugs... shrugs.... shrugs...