I want to visit the world, touching all of the countries,
Drinking up all the water, because I know I’ll be thirsty.
I want to touch very big body parts, start in the dark.
Saving it, so I know it would last,
Fixing it softly, but moving real fast.
Feel this burning, hot, sweaty sensation,
Maybe I just need to make reservations.
All of the work that I keep on doing,
The twisting, and turning, and all of the moving.
Feeling this sharp thing go in my back.
My body is numb, but I still feel that.
Feeling this thing that I can’t control,
Not telling anybody they would never know.
Mites not have this feeling again, so I must behave,
But it’s crazy because I’m still a slave.