You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound gamesWanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the skyThey drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see through it allWanna get out won't miss you sensaround
Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the skyHere chewing your tail is joy
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