What humans must not become
You’ve always had a soft spot for it
If the future were an animal
There was a knock at the door
You’ve always had a soft spot for it
Many
There was a knock at the door
Do you see my knees?
Many
Is the light obscured by dust?
Do you see my knees?
I would grow over you.
Is the light obscured by dust?
If the future were an animal
I would grow over you.
What humans must not become