I see an exhausted man
He's walking in my garden
In my bed
He's screaming vowels
In a language I don't know
I should've cut his head
Before he got to grow
Revolt
I'll stand in the sun
Till I melt
I'll write on pages and walls and doors
Till I'm wrecked
I'll let you break my heart in pieces
Till I'm fed
There's an exhausted man in my head
Revolt