Lyrics
Eighty pounds of me have turned to cipher, and debris in preparation of a future moving in
I was not sufficient with a low nocturnal vision, and resilient, but retrograding skin
Sure, I am excited to be happily invited, though a wire has been gnawing like a mole
This is not the lie I had expected to apply when I was draggin' my deformity down the hole
Down the hole
I'm fit for every stage of labor in the golden age of marrying technology and mind
Thanks to the ambition of my physical edition, I'm taller than the man I left behind
I have good intentions, but a few of my extensions are sharpening the ending of a pole
This is not the lie I had expected to apply when I was dragging my deformity down the hole
This is what you made of me
A big mistake
This is what you gave to me
Another traitor
Another traitor
This is what you made of me
This is what you made of me
A big mistake
This is what you gave to me
Another traitor
Another traitor
A failed creator
