Push me down Beyond the reach of your plastic paper lens Cut me out Confide in those that disregard and condemn Say it loud Down to the hands of those still suffering Spit and shout In the face of your oppressive government You don't see this sentimental Aerodynamic, secret part of me You don't see this sacramental Anxious worn-out Push me down I'll start again with what I have left to give Is it wrong To view myself as being so invalid? Moving on Excrescence to a body of phosphorus Capture now The lessons of the autonomous You might also like You don't see this sentimental Aerodynamic, secret part of me You don't see this sacramental Anxious worn-out