Runny
Dopapod
5:16Twelve golden eyes see everything Live on your fingers, Take who they need Nothing left of my species Just some mitochondria Floating ‘round out in the darkness Waiting for the perfect host You are a doorway Through space and time I’m from a place where The Sun never shines Long ago my world was fertile ’Til we wrapped it in a haze Now I’m looking for a new home And this looks like the perfect place Help me, Take my hands No one understands Help me, take my hand We don’t stand a chance