Without my head.

 

So

Spin around

With out

Moving

My legs.

 

Shake your hand

With out

Moving

My arm.

 

Braid my hair

with out

Moving

My fingers.

 

Walk down the street

With out

Moving

My feet.

 

Look behind me

With out

Moving

My head.

 

I'm paranoid (?)

Because I can't

Hear.

 

But this is

A race.

So I

Walk

To

(Catch up with)

Take over

The

(Speeding)

Car,

And I get

There first.

 

But the finish line

Is a prison

Where we

(Write MY STRUGGLE)

Race home at

The end of the day

To have the lies

(Lines)

Explained to us

By

(The flashing squares)

Our fathers.

 

 So do you see (the) any meaning

(Behind this?)

It’s not fair

(Of course)

It's also not real

                       (None of it.)

Your              

(Collective)

Imagination is better

Than

(My pen)

Mine.

And therefore it doesn't matter

                       (None of it.)

 

 

And I can see clearly now the rain has gone....

(Well no I can't..

'cause it's snowing

F**k its cold)

My hands are purple.

I won't notice

Them

(Drop off)

Shake your hand

Braid you hair

Spin around down the street

LOOK BEHIND YOU.

 

F**k its cold

It don't matter

 

 

                       (None of it.)