Midnight television paints the wall A sickly glow A message crawls inside my head Just let it go Let it grow I trace the lines upon my hand With a cold thumb And try to map this foreign land My mind is from I feel numb Is this the beast behind my ribs? Scratching the bone? Or am I just the animal Left all alone? I made a list of all my tasks So neat and prim The lizard watches through the cracks On a dark whim Sink or swim The city rain begins to fall A steady beat Responding to the primal call Of bitter-sweet In my teeth Is this the beast behind my ribs? Scratching the bone? Or am I just the animal Left all alone? Maybe the wires in my brain Are just a different kind of vine Swinging through digital rain To prove that all of this is mine... But the hunger feels so ancient and true What else can I do? This is the beast behind my ribs! It breaks the bone! I guess I am the animal On my own throne.
