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