I've got shovels for my hands
Anchors for my legs
Wings jut out my shoulder blades
I can go anywehre

But I can't go anywhre
I'm trapped in a mirror
And you're certainly no hammer

Like the fiery sun,
Whose touch nothing outruns
But the craters of the artic moon,
My burning eyes are after you

So add another notch
In your painted town I'll rot
As another nameless block
What's learned won't quickly be forgot