What would you do if I was an insect on your wall
when you woke up?
Something subtle, wide-angle lens
That says nothing, but sees everything
If I were still there when you woke up
What would you do if you could be
the dissection of some scalpel?
If you could rub
Before you banned
The mazes in the garden
And if I was still there when you woke up
You'd want to see what I saw
I counted to three to scape
I looked for the tail until an altar
I saw the ying and the yang having a fight
Stabbing each other on the back
And I heard some moans and I saw some crying
Like the untamed beasts
And you were sleeping right there
You whispered you wanted me there when you woke up
To hear about everything
Not confessing how
To be a witness in your feast