what you see is what you get

i'm off to meet my maker

tearing down the walls to change

and pleasure my dictator

perach to me of your higher states

of righteousness well i won't submit

you tried to change me, and i tried



promis made is a promise kept

conscience can be tender

tightening your around my

breathing spinal member

i'll never be, what you want me to be

falling motion makes poetry

you tried to change me, and i tried



this is what you get

when you play with fire



you can't feed me by the force of your hand

i will not compromise or do what you ask of me