Light-Hearted In An Ergonomic Resin

Resin wraps the face,
 so i conserve and conform myself,
 defecated singly all the stupid toils,
 digested every leaks
 an irrevocable choice, resin wets the auricles
 Dead is my ear to the chants of temptations
 Death is an icon to become a man
 Cos I'm fixing your life,
 covering up all
 Mental contortions free, every note of carefree
 Is strolling as blackest rats
 Mimeographed scrolls exude rules
 Deaf is my heart
 From the sirens call
 No earing suave sounds
 Ergonomic resin
 Nature chops off itself to save me
 An equivalence, living through
 a deprivation
 Deaf is my heart
 From the sirens call
 No earing suave sounds
 Light Hearted
 Deaf is my heart
 From the sirens call
 No earing suave sounds
 Ergonomic resin