You see there is this conceptThat has consumed my headAnd it’s very same thoughtThat has been turning me over in my bedDo you hear that unfamiliar rattle?The sound of my knees as their growing weakI’m not used to kissing the dirtIt crawled in between my ribsAnd its chipping away at my concrete heartMy worlds spinning, I’ve lost my bearingsGive me a chance to find my footingI’m struggling to wrap my mind around this single thingHow I’ve strained myself endlesslyI’ve made a fool of the grindstoneI’ve worked my fingers down to the boneTo earn something that was there all alongRats are caught in traps and dogs kept on chainsThieves are apprehended, murderers put in cagesAm I any better than these?Am I not one in the same?So what qualifies me to be a recipient?What do I have to offer?I’m undeserving, I’m unworthyI’m undeserving, I’m unworthyThis is unjustExtrinsicWhat conditional creatures we areIf your nature was something similarWhat conditional creatures we areIf your nature was something similarYou would have burned this bridgeYou would have cut the ties a long time agoYou see there is this conceptThat has consumed my headAnd it’s the very same thoughtThat has been turning me over in my bedYou chose to love me even though I was dead