I wear all my own weight
Around my neck to fold my spinal cord
Bet if I had more, I'd have yours
I could weigh my head to the floor
I know what I am
I'm aware of my self-inflicting hands
Of all they did, or lack of it
Is not calloused to any consequence
Making faces
I think I put myself out to slaughter
Is it you playing author
To prolong it
Hang me, facing
A covered bridge and its running waters
Your grip holding tighter
Pulling down on my legs
Making faces
I think I put myself out to slaughter
Is it you playing author
To prolong it
Hang me, facing
A covered bridge and its running waters
Your grip holding tighter
Pulling down on my legs