Today, I reclaim myself.
With my front removed, you see your own surrender.
With my eyes as tunnels, you lose your own way.
With my tongue and cheeks reassigned, you hear your own irony asking if you can breathe through your helmet, if you like what you feed yourself, and if your stores of ammunition help you sleep.
With my front removed, you see your own surrender.
With my eyes as tunnels, you lose your own way.
With my tongue and cheeks reassigned, you hear your own irony asking if you can breathe through your helmet, if you like what you feed yourself, and if your stores of ammunition help you sleep.
