Divided I'm carelessly counting my sins the sight of growing too old to begin. Sentenced to find the one that is gold in a pile of nothing To our hearts we wreck, we're reborn. I grow inside you I feel nothing and when I'm born I'll be ready. There's not enough of a reason to be ugly. I'll crucify you and burn till you're nothing. And if my body is bruised, would you believe me that I'm more than you. And what you're reading, medic I feel headless. Leave me. And if the world never died, I'd live long enough to forget what it's shape is. I lost each one of my eyes in a world mind versus the question
