What do you want? What do you need? I think you should have both I think you should have everything. Mold your body, its yours to keep, find your source and feed.

What do you want? What do you need? Because this breaths too short and its echo too deep
What do you want? What do you need? Because this hide is torn it chafes and bleeds
But I feel it swell (from this) hole buried deep behind the flesh it claws and seeths

What do you want? What do you need? To channel this hate and reclaim this feeling
What do you want? What do you need? remold these folds and rethink these seems
find life in this body and hope between this skin
Mold my thoughts, their mine to keep find my source, find my source!

There's a system inside of us I can feel it Can you feel it now?
Nervous system inside of us, it's not inborn, but what is natural?
Police system inside of us,  an invention of capitol
Prison system inside of us, racist profit, private crowd control

Nervous systems build with stones carried on the backs of our souls, still these silent notes cant describe our fiery yearnings
these cement bones have no elasticity, and in this pitch black darkness how can I rewire these feelings

Heal this ill-fitted body and we'll ride the scars that we produce, still pitted and knotty, sometimes tight and sometimes loose
and we'll be whatever the fuck we wanna be, and they'll see the whites of our eyes, as we dig deep inside of eachother and ourselves
to uproot, nervous systems inside of us

We are the battle fields, the burial grounds
future-sayers of epitaphs that rest at the tips of our tongues

I try to understand 
I try to see
Multiple truths 
That come to me