Against the Grain
What the punk left me
Was these feelings against the grain
I thought I would fight and break into laughter
And stand alone in my desire
Against the grain
Plastic leashes on the open wound
It’s so disturbing
You can almost see your mind on display
I operate under control
And some form of punishment
Under the arrow that bled back onto me
The essence of me
Has shattered inside, in a second time
Against the grain
Plastic leashes on the open wound
It’s so disturbing
You can almost see your mind on display
That’s the price of consciousness
That realization
Now I can see the story, I know
I don’t know, but I know
Speaking beings!