constant pain.
i'm in constant pain.
cut the piece, cuz i'm a wheat grain.
sever my head, it hurts too much.
take off my arms, they're privy to touch.
off go my hands, they're the part of release
i use before my mouth has statements bereaved.
then goes my legs, they've walked miles upon miles.
i've already lost my lips, for it cannot produce a smile.