Got a message today
In the lines of a history book
Leave it up to science
Leave it up to me
Leave it up to god
You're reading it for logic
When everything here
Is such a mess
They'll kick your teeth in
They'll tear you up to shreds
Man is a god, man is a demon
You want to find a line that doesn't exist
Its all intersections
Our balance is a lopsided horse
You seem to make it a goal
Of yourself
To wear it all so thin
And to fray all the edges
You chop off your hands to get
To the skin
Of it
I want to take them
And sew them
Back to the wrists
But they won't stop moving and I can't
Get the thread in
Man is a god, man is a demon
You want to find a line that doesn't exist
Its all intersections
Our balance is a lopsided horse
Oh, I want you to see