Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

You have your very own number
 They dress your cage in it's nature
 Once you roared now you just grunt lame
 Pace around pathetic pound games
 Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
 To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
 Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
 For the outside
 The small black flowers that grow in the sky
 They drag sticks along your walls
 Harvest your ovaries dead mother crawl
 Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders
 Environment not yours you see trough it all
 Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
 To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
 Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
 For the outside
 The small black flowers that grow in the sky
 Here chewing your tail is joy