This house is a machine that I don't understand
I just live inside it and hope it won't k** me.
Wires and windows, lighting and concrete,
And piles of blueprints built on monuments and seeds.
Someone I've never met built where I put my bed and that
Scares me to d**h.
There are corners of the room I've never been to.
They could house anything, like currents of symmetry.
Every exit is an entrance and all the clocks are wrong.
If I could say that all these things make me afraid of
Everything.