I have been protected,
I have been subjected,
And it seems that the powers,
Not from above, have the ability,
To manipulate my love, my love,
And as far as it depends upon me,
Peace with blood and flesh, a white dove,
A warm warm blanket of love.
As for the spirits not from above,
In Tartarus, in thick darkness,
In Tartarus, in thick darkness,
Push and shove, pin and cuff.
Skinny as a rail, muskrat tail.
The new media is giving me a beating,
So dark around the eyes,
Like 2 swarms of flies,
Skinny as a rail, muskrat tail,
This new media is giving me a beating,
So dark around the eyes,
Like 2 swarms of flies,
Now i am oversensitive, with poorly placed pity,
Now i am overslept, and ignoring the city,
Cut off in my headphones,
Isolated by a harsh noise wall,
Cut off in my headphones,
Isolated by a harsh noise wall.