I look at the world, from up high
It's stitched together by roads, like a quilt.

I want to unravel it all.

But there's nothing I can do.

I am too small.

My body is a torch of rebellion

Beaming through the night

But all it would take to snuff me out

Is God's thumb and finger pinching out my light

You burn and you burn

Have you wondered what for?

You are but one person

The weight is making your back sore

And there is nothing you can do anyway

There is nothing I can do