Formula Z

I was born into a corner.
Thought it might be something to shoot a dove
wear her wings in my hair
howl at the moon
and rub myself down till the sun come up

But don't kiss my mouth
cause I taste like a wolf
been prowling the streets for another body to bare

I was born into an algorithm.
Thought it might be something to set fire to fairy tales
make love to the dark skinned
bind the bookends to my back bone
and dance round the inferno

But I make the shapes of equations in my bad dreams
can't hold me while you lie next to me

And don't trust as my nails scratch down your back
that I have anything to give you.
I've been spread too thin across this bed
and all that's left is a notion

I was born into an empty stare.
not a single cell will understand you

I was born into a photo copy.
my father holds a gun and sits in a rocking chair

I was born into a broken rear view.
Don't know my mothers maiden name
and my skin is see through

I was born into an algorithm
I was born into an algorithm
I was born into an algorithm