I sucked at maths and came to you,
you called me home, taught me good.
There’s a side of you, I hate
In your house creatures wail
They’re the nomads of unleashing sky
You maybe deaf, but I hear them cry.
I enter your home; wings flap
striking metal bars; wreched thunderclap
I cannot free them, it’s not my call
Every step further, I hate my soul.