Today my hands are falling through the sky -
And so's my head.
My good sides are my bad sides in disguise -
That means I'm bad.
I spoke to God, I thought that I could fly -
I can't, that's sad.
My brain is slowly filling in with lies
In my attempts to understand
This world.
I can't.
I just keep falling through the sky
I try to climb.
I try to justify my life -
But there's no time.

I will be free from every prejudice of mine,
No longer standing on imaginary lines,
No longer bothering to read the given signs.
I'll make my own.
The creatures I'd create would never die,
And so I'd never be alone.