If you would ask me What ignites some one from the inside—what makes us eat ourselves alive. I'd tellyou no two alleles will burn the same. I'd tell you these embers could be sparked by the every day grind of the gears that keep you moving And you'd never know. It'd be just an ache. Just a cough. Your lungs are just getting old I'd tell you that you don't want to know because it won't make sense losing pieces of yourself losing pieces of yourself losing pieces of yourself Until you've got bad blood, and every time you lift your arm somebody is punching, kickining, stabbing somebody is taking a rock and throwing it at you but there is no rock Just a bunch of missense and nonsenseand all the stupid rearrangements and you want to cry because no one's ever twisted your arm from the inside out I'd tell you I don't want to imagine how my grandpa felt choking on his own esophagus just since a few exons fused I'd like to pretend I've never felt a bad transfusion travel up my arm burn through every blood vessel like an IV full of napalm and I'll just tell myself grandpa never knew I'd tell you though its hard to believe that transversions can translate to innumerable spinal taps to innumerable needles bre aking into yo ur arm bu rrow ing into your spine like a carnivorous worm mov ing so slowly eventually you forget its there until it hits a nerve Its not that its all bad.You can't fight all the change you'll n ever evolve if you sta y locked in the same place forever Sometimes you're just unlu- cky sometimes you're just stupid sometimes you get kn- -ck-d out, a nd sometime s all those frames shifting makes you speak new words; wrong words you stop too early or start too soon skip something you shouldn't have and… suddenly… i-s o-t of co-tro- The race begins with no direction - v-ryon- sprin-s ou- -o -he crowds dragging bystanders down along the way until no one kno ws who is ru-n--g and who is standing still and no one can breathe no one can say anything at all as it eats a piece of your aorta and you die bare ly able to wrest enough oxygen to keep holding your only daughter's hand