Hostile Design Lyrics

Hunting me down for comfort
I don't sleep, I don't dream, I don't hope
Severity with precision
Born to be thrown, born to thrown
Begging around for shelter
I don't feel, I don't heal, I don't know
Slave to my own existence
Nowhere to go

Through the torment of my soul
I am sending you this note

To the creator of humankind
You have developed a hostile design

Aggressive season
On the soil I've been resting my sigh
Oppressive spaces
Counting my wounds in the interest of time
Divisive settings
I don't feel, I don't heal, I don't know
Immoral justice
Nothing to say, nowhere to go

Through the torment of my soul
I am sending you this note

To the creator of humankind
You have developed a hostile design
In a muddy puddle, life I seek
To feel like vermin
The prey of destiny