Sky Flowers

You have your very own number

They dress your cage in its nature

Once you roared now you just grunt lame

Pace around pathetic pound games

Want to get out won't miss you sensaround

To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks

Want to 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 mothers crawl

Here comes warden Christ temple elders

Environment not yours you see through it all

Want to get out won't miss you sensaround

Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks

Want to get out in here you're bred dead quick

For the outside

The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy