The Static Masses - Light This City

Even when I was younger

I could feel your slimy sculptor’s hands

Shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies

Forever crafted to a silent

Excessive perfection

Fingers digging out all visible flaws

Yet you still aren’t satisfied with your work

I’ll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye

I’ll never show a single sign that I’m alive

The time will come to break the chisel that hacked away our trust

I’ll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye

I’ll never show a single sign I can defy

You need to understand it’s what you’ve done to all of us

As you approach, I’ll always freeze right where I’m standing

Heart beating faster under the cold

Hard clay that has become my skin

It’s buried so deep

You’d never know it was there

But you’re seeking something

I can see it when you examine my every feature

For something more than what you’ve designed

Weighed down by my own heavy splendor

I’m just a statue to pose at your parties

Surrounded by a stiff

Leering mass groping for a feel of the new old trend

But what more can I give you besides my rigid presence