Twisting and turning
Killing and learning
Time for something new
Run through my halls
Bang into walls
Til one and one equals two
I can't believe she pushed you in
Perfect as you've always been
I can't believe you're in this space
Your face is twisting out of shape
Look in the mirror and say what you see:
I become you and you become me
I am it. It is me.
No more to think.
No more to see.
This is all I am
This is all I need
Hallways are for feed.
Disjointed: definition, ME.
You: definition, FEED.
