Mythologized

from Sometimes by Sometimes the Cat

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My face encased in amber
My teeth are showing, hair not growing, stopped in time
My hands bent back, palms are open
Looks like I'm wanting something, and I can't believe my hands were mine

And there's little I want less
Than the grim prospect of legacy, for your children's children to know me
And I'm thinking of a way to put this best
But maybe I just don't wanna be remembered

My guts encased in wood
All I used to hide is there for all to see and all to judge
My brain in formaldehyde on the table
Watch as the neurons fire, but we don't know what they mean

And there's little I want more
Than the bitter truths of living rotting away under the sun
And I'd like to settle the score
By running the numbers down

My arms, encased in stone
Reach out to nothing now, my fossil's in this shape
My chest stuck out, chin to the sky
Don't know what took me out but we know from whence it came

And there's little I'd have known
Than the crushing weight of heartsick suckers, press me into the mud
And I wouldn't ask for a throne
Just a glass cage away from the windows

I, no, I
Live, and then I'll
I'm surprised
I'm surprised