Birth

White paper and empty places

The head between my shoulders,

wounded and bleeding badly

I can smell your remorse

Stains all over

Been outside and seen it all

You are the master, you know it all

Made yourself a number

And your time is now

Holding tight, wish you were nearer

Lost my voice, don't want to scream no more

It's like a box and I'm trapped inside

I've been paralyzed

This narrow road ends to a ditch

Been outside and seen it all

You are the master, you know it all

Made yourself a number

And your time is now

You fit in the program

And your blood is fine

The skin is perfect

And your heart is in time