Is this what you wanted? Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and decease. And take it all.
 Trade living for a living. Measure your worth in flesh and blood.
 I could be your contact in a place of your design, with the grace of wounded lions
 I could be your absolute; I could be your sign
 I could be your written lie

 All this time that I’ve been given I squandered in my own right
 All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind
 I found a weaker sense of [bad word] to be what made sense so
 I’ll just stack these points of view until one gives out
 I wont hold my breath
 Oh god, I should have figured

 All this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted it

 I should have figured that this would be happening now