There's something acting on this body | |
Something goes in when nothing comes out | |
And someone's acting on this information | |
But nothing's registered from this location | |
From this site that I sense that I am, in asking | |
What is this burning in my eyes? | |
I wanted a language of my own | |
My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines | |
Of this crowd that surrounds me | |
Punctured and parceled i fold my hand | |
To this site that I sense that I am in asking | |
What is this burning in my eyes? |