don't know who put me here, what purpose, every night woken up with linen thin as paper I last i remember smelling of factory soap sometimes she visits me a young girl's hips, her bloody lips i swear i'll taste them if i have to asbestos eyes, her tired sighs i swear, i'll cut them, if i have to I said I'll hurt them (you) if I have to so much noise so little meaning her hands unrobe me while she's sleeping scheming, draining, dreaming we can't escape this fence we place along our hands shutup, suck on your plastic when I grow up I think I'll be a doctor, or maybe an astronaut, or maybe like one of those people that studies volcanoes, yeah, and watches them explode something that makes me really really tall, and makes people like me, when I grow up I think I'll be something beautiful, something really beautiful, and tall. . . and beautiful