Is perfection;
To be the baby who
Can never sleep,
Can never sleep,
The superhero with feet
Of fake girlfriend clay,
Of fake girlfriend clay,
The one who makes the perverse
A possibility
And bows for knowledge
That only comes from briar braids.
And bows for knowledge
That only comes from briar braids.
We bend to what they are,
These distortions,
These distortions,
Grow larger,
Pulling ourselves away.
