Trapped In a jar upside down
I don't see no one around
Burn and I plea
Can't stand the agony I'm going through
I make my brothers call
Can't seem to get through these walls
The smell of decay
That runs through my veins
Won't work
This hand's a collector of sorts
Seems to be killing the most
They fly and they try
Despite all their might
They fall
The light brings me hope again
The most beautiful thing they can send
A flick of a switch
Gives me the itch
I'm looking for