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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  
 [bad word] to me