With voices straight out screaming I
Bright lights and Med Man now carries me
All the while my hand communicates
I hear voices inside of me

I’m not alone
There’s something strange here
Must progress age
With this unreal

I’m now a decade strong with this
Burden with a sound

To vingt et un my secret stays
This palm produces peals of praise
My curiosity it grows
I need to find out what’s inside

I’m not alone
There’s something strange here
Must subdue rage
With this unreal

I’m now two decades strong with this
Burden with a sound

This scalpels my, release from this
Curse of one, beneath my skin
I grab my tool and I take a breath
Into my hand, I make press

To the bone I will dig
Past the strings I see light
I hear chants as I climb in
There’s a world inside of this prehensility