eating on your own, is taking it's toll
the tax for selfish living, they'll take you for what isn't
this piece of human waste, with whom i can relate
reminds me, of what i am becoming
i am becoming
where there once was light, you've found you've lost your sight
pawing through the unseen, your present is a has been
sobbing on the concrete, kicked by you own feet
warring with your own mind, angry at being alive
i am becoming
i am becoming
i am approachable and
i am good hearted and
i have no malice and
i talk to much about myself
i must never reach, my full potential
i am pretty flower, i am not rapist branch
i was not, marked out for suffering
so i can claim, my own body as my own
my own body as my own
not a slave to instinct, and on the stairs to consciousness
fighting the enemy, i was born with
take a revolver, to the temple
to shoot any holy man, who says you can't change
without them
i am becoming
i am approachable and
i am good hearted and
i have no malice and
i talk to much about myself
i am becoming
