A stale organic cage incarceration I'm in the stranger me
(Lost
Corridor Of Chameleons
We're The Carriers Of A New Anomaly;
Fold,
Assembled from dead, incompatible pieces
Livid fragments regenerated
Decomposing
A sustained static gaze
Oblivious to surroundings
Empty, strained, unmoving eyes
Subdued and repressed, a son of the vortex in faceless
I'm a carnal, organic anagram
Human flesh instead of written letters
I
Come and hear my twisted lies
The way I bend and
I'm the shallow, the superficial
I'm the common man
Faithless, narrow minded
Ind
