The pink half-moon on the third joint of my slender finger--
My body fragments are full of bread
That's why I fear holding bread is why I'm here
I seem to have lost my hands around here
And where my eyes were
Now only holes appear
(We're now only holes up here.)
Look at me up here!
Thank God for the laws of physics
Thank God for the law
A skinny skinny boy complains
My body takes up too much room
This makes me laugh
I hold myself back. I hold myself back
I could crush you with my weight, smash your little body down
Throw you through the window pane, bloody lifeless on the ground
A skinny skinny boy is dead