Toss this ball in your conscience

Throw it up

Catch it on the way down

Who are we to suppress our dreams?

I set them free

I make them be!

I'll make you bleed

Whether through death or a fine-toothed comb

Brush it back

Brush it through the thoughts you've chosen

Trillions of people chucked their brains in a casket

Call it a tragedy!

Is there anybody home inside?

Is there anybody home inside this head of mine?

Christ, where do we even begin?