I've got shovels for my hands
Anchors for my legs
Wings jut out of my shoulder blades
I can go anywhere

I can't go anywhere
I'm trapped in a mirror
And you're certainly no hammer

Like the fiery sun
Whose touch nothing outruns
But the craters of the arctic moon
My burning eyes are after you

So add another notch
In your painted town I'll rot
As another nameless block
What's learned won't quickly be forgot