Meat Ribbon Overload

Bleeding out my skin, cannot tell my ends apart

Tear myself apart tryna find the end but it's just as far

Just as hard trying to stay in place, no, stay the fuck away, I need my fucking space, but I can't convey

Paralyzed from my waist up, face down, can't talk

stuck in tumult, outlined in chalk

Shifting the fault, faults shift on the dot

I manipulate earth, it makes me think I'm a god

I keep what's mine yet people look

They'll say it's fine that it's mine that they took

Fall back in line, I know just what you

Do with yours too, and it's not a good look