Meek

I wonder sometimes if I'm 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, no one knows me
 No one knows
 Umbilical in suede and
 Killed of milk and
 Still un-paid and
 Wounds of fraud and filth that fade
 Between my lips that spill and crave'n
 Heard a sound
 Just one sound
 Oh, so loud
 God, it's loud
 Losing time
 Broken mime
 Nothing's mine
 Nothing's mine
 I wonder sometimes if I'm uh
 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 and
 Meanwhile you're shooting at my bod
 You watch me stumble in the plague
 It's oh so vague
 It's all so vague
 It's oh so vague
 It's all so vague
 Umbilical in suede and
 Killed of milk and
 Still un-paid and
 Wounds of fraud and filth that fade
 Between my lips that spill and crave'n
 Heard a sound
 Just one sound
 Oh, so loud
 God, it's loud
 Losing time
 Broken mime
 Nothing's mine
 Nothing's mine