Vera Sola
The Cage
How should I wear my teeth?
And how should I color my cheeks?
And where should I promise these?
Of the organs of my rib cage

Gotta give it all up to you, man
Gotta give it all up to you, man
Gotta give it all up to you, man
Oh this is all for you, man

See, I came out of your body
And I was attached to your spine
I was a piece of your rib cage
I made the apple for your wandering eye

So this is all for you

I am a fraction of
I am subtracted from
I am you, your your derivation

I am the absence of
I am the great big hole
I am the thin dark dove
I am the dust-wrought second one
So it’s all for you
Oh, I’m all for you
He said:

“Welcome to the garden
Oh, this is where you’ll pass your time
You are here a variation
You are here a derivation
So you make the most out of being second in line

You are derivative
You are derivative
You are derivative
You are derivative”