I Am A Machine Gun

It turns my stomach every nightLike scattering bats in disrupted flightThe idea of ideas and tired points to pierce the skinLittle children lining up and losing all of their timeLosing all their timeI don't have the time for my own lifetimeWhen you blink my stay here is overBatting those long eyelashes, baby save yourself the troubleAnd separate from this strangling cableI have won victory over deathWon like an automatic weaponFingers itching, itching for my triggerI am a firearm, a machine gunWalk this tired planet, make sand castles in the tideI am not my own, so ı will not call this place my homeI do not belong to me, and ı do not have a care to seeMy hands reaching out for wind,Like you're reaching out for windCounting the days, counting the scarsCounting the miles to get this farAnd looking back at nothing, looking back at nothingAnd ı turn to look up at your flags laughingThinking of how sad it is to see you capture butterflies in mason jarsI rip my rib cage open and proclaim, ı belong to christ