Sundial Song

I can’t control my insides
Well, I swear that I realize some God had tried
But I’m a mess of crossing lines
They refuse to connect in my
Body or my head, so I’ll decide
To tie them off, I’ll tie them off

But I’m alive
Or something like alive

I’ve torn apart my insides
Well, I hope that you realize, my God, I try
But I know I can’t cross those lines

But I’m alive
Or something like alive
Betrayed by unintelligent design

But I’m alive
Or something like alive
Betrayed by unintelligence

But I’m alive
Or something like alive
Betrayed by unintelligent design