Four liters of blood taken from my veins is lousy
There is nothing I can do to escape this broken sickly body
Except to loosen the reigns that I have on my brain
Redirect the reality towards something that sustains

Four ounces of matter taken from my brain is social reform
There is nothing I can do to distract you from the things you adorn
With all your heart and mind that you have to provide
I wish you saw me as something more than just a vehicle you collide