Bit by bit.
Lend me your ear; let me feast words on it,
Lend me your taste; let me see what you cherish.
Lend me your breath; let me see how you breathe,
Lend me your soul; let me see how you'll live.
To live with death; you must die, nor rise but fall:
So sweet life tastes that you can't lend me yours;
but you're the crown that rule poverty,
You're the wheel that drives poverty and defeat.
Lend me your blood; let your blood spill for me;
You can't but you can spill bloods for your blood.
You're the lighting that scares the gentle sky,
You're the sleeping sun that chase the night owl.
Lend me your breath; let your sun die at west,
Love your hate for me; kill me as you'd done:
You can't offer but your alter drink blood,
You can't die but your death will live bit by bit.
"words from the innocent mind"