My Starving Bones

In my starving bones
There reeks the unknown lurking
Deserving nothing from me
Shrieking inside an unknown sort of temple thingy
In the back toward the cord the spine
There lurks an unknown thingy
Screaming, Shrieking
Can’t listen to, can’t listen to you
Won't listen to you

I climb
I make my way up to the sun
I make my own decisions too
I’m someone
Who, who
I climb up to the sun
You too
Making decisions one-two-three-four