I've been wondering
How you let me wander this far away.
Things have changed
And nothing ever stands still.
You left me here to feed on these bad genetics,
Crawling amongst the rest of the dead men.
If this was born from a desire to breath,
How can I cure this disease?
I'm not sure that I've ever lived.
I saw my body grow legs.
Can you convince me to be still?
I'm not finding home again.
To just be still.
What did you expect them to say?
They all end up the same.
But you're insane even in (rational thinking)
