we bear your name you let us say you are something that you are not as if you were made after we saw our own
faces and knew we were gods enough i think we were made too pretty caught up in a stare we cannot break we
know nothing changes too slowly someday we might come down but who's really to say if we are the body
how did pretty men get so ugly how'd he get all these spaces between each limb and if there is one thing bigger than
my head that's the distance i've been mislead caught up in a stare and we can't break we don't want a god we don't
see ourselves don't see we're in need i think we became too petty so much we don't see it yet
