Animal matter

 
 
What if I said  
there are hard parts i'll never reveal,
 
if I said how wind knows my back  
more than most people
 
well, maybe you oughta know  
exactly where i'm coming from  
 
in the way my skin has been handled  
like carcasses in a slaughterhouse
 
battered into soft leather matter,
durable, wrapped round large hands
that turned everything into shit soon
as the callous parts touched it,
 
maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from
 
in the way my fingers switch on the news
as pupils remain dull to every disaster  
that happens, how nothing in this mind  
comes as a surprise anymore,
 
maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from
 
in the way my ears fall deaf to soft words
knowing vile minds cover everything in sugar
until the pronunciation holds no significance,
 
maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from  
 
when I say people like me  
end up turning into wild animals
 
unable to be pinned down by  
grey-mattered reasons,
 
we just chew you up
to spit you back out.