Sundial Song

I can’t control my insides

Well, I swear that I realize some God had tried

But I’m a mess of crossing lines

They refuse to connect in my

Body or my head, so I’ll decide

To tie them off, I’ll tie them off

But I’m alive

Or something like alive

I’ve torn apart my insides

Well, I hope that you realize, my God, I try

But I know I can’t cross those lines

But I’m alive

Or something like alive

Betrayed by unintelligent design

But I’m alive

Or something like alive

Betrayed by unintelligence

But I’m alive

Or something like alive

Betrayed by unintelligent design