You have your very own number
They dress your cage in it's nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound gamesWanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mother crawl
Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see trough it all
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the skyHere chewing your tail is joy
