Here it comes, here it is,
Another year of joy and piss;
Three hundred and sixty-five more days of this.

This life that I call my own,
This life that I claim to own,
This body, this mesh,
This arse, these tit(s),
These fingers and toes,
From my heels up to my nose,
This skull that holds in this brain,
This brain that I call my own.

Through these eyes I will forever see!
And my gosh do I see how much has meaning to me.
And I pray for one more day, if not a thousand more,
I like the view from down here, attach me to the floor!
I am in love with the lot of it.

No I cannot be alone,
A child without a home,
No I cannot be without my form,
No I cannot be without form!

I am both, I am all, every time, every space,
Every atom; attached to a singular identity,
In love with their singular identity.
So much building, exploring, learning,
So much time, there's not enough time…

At the end of the show what is left to know?
At the end of the show, where do I go?
Where did you go? Where will I go?
Where has everyone been?
Where has everyone gone…

Tiny little boxes underneath the dirt,
Tiny little boxes ablaze upon the earth,
A tiny little box is just the fucking worst.