Well, our bones are alive while
our bodies' asleep.
Can you hear the lies of our fathers?
Show and tell is minds' blasphemy.
We'll make the decision from our bothers.
So come, let's go dismember our heart.
The pain from it, they tell us,
is not worth keeping.
Our seasons within are not just a work of art,
but for how long, and how much more
will our intelligence be sleeping?