Eons of people walking upright But o' I need to be myself Forever rage, and two too-thin legs Fucked up knees, and a need to relate Keeps me abreast of all the pain in the room But I'm floundering, drowning, in groupthink SO I BITE BACK I pound and I pound Blustering, violent Screaming at the ground (MOVE) At times, unable to think, hear, or see But everything - everything is worth the feeling Increasing myself Reflecting multitudes Cannibal's spirit Unable to push through MAKING MYSELF Unable to learn that from anything else If it exists, it's in relation to me - even the pain in the room I see the waiting Waiting for the chance to spin around and break the legs of that new-found man Anything for that fucking feeling Tear down cities of You Until the only thing left standing is My Self Myself