i'm not afflicted
i'm not broken
i'm not forgotten
i'm not left behind
i'm not fallen
i'm not poor
i'm not unhealthy
i'm not unwell
i'm not undone
i'm just human in a bloody shell
i saw my first angel and it was you
what's to come
there's nothing like this chill
crawling up my spine
but you
you're a crooked smile in my photograph
just the crown without the thorns
i'm cynical sinister, sister
and there's no end in sight
i'm gonna win this round
no fear, no fight
there's nothing like crazy
nothing like you
black faces and broken nails
the naturality of the imperfection
from the ash and shale we hail
i'm apathetic unbothered, father
i'm golden in the sweet stair
i'd walk it a million times
this bolden brazen line
i'd step right over
i was born to step
and i'm wondering
where'd they go?
&& baby says
they're out there still
watching the greenhouse effect
on their transplants
human is the soul
and the world as a whole
has fallen into the sleepy perceptions
of the televisionaries
would you believe
everything so wrong
is the answer?