These are the chains they put around me,
I long to run wild...
Have you any idea what it is
to live in a world where there...
To Whom It May Concern...
Today was the day I fell apart...
All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...
Tell Mother I've gone to marry a man with green...
Green as as the ocean...
Bend
shake...
Nowhere, Nowhere,
Opens his arms...
Self-abortive, psychoactive,
broken lyrical machine...
Machine of Circumstance
who sees and who bleeds...
He says his thoughts are tangled like
Thorns...
Lord of the burning flowers,
Sparks in the dark sky...
With reluctant arms I swing the axe,
I know I cannot do it on my own...