listen to me, are you free?

I’m entrapped, endangered
my wrists tied together kneeling for the sacred.
I've tried so hard to free my lungs of this polluted air and somehow it catches me and swings me into a landslide deep down into a volcano.

I'm feeling religious, I fear I must prey. 
obey the Lord that gave me everything I own.
if the Lord may be out there why does this volcano burn my skin?

why must my soul feel trapped beneath this person I have been?
I kiss the floor, lick in between its dirty crevices
my body cramps, my fear dances beyond, I reach for its shadow but it's no longer there, it's someone of its own

I'm left with nothing, how could I be human?
my flesh has melted off my skin, I have nothing holding me together, 
I can't climb, I am just a pool of aged atoms 

God, if you are out there put me back together 
I'll feel grateful for the polluted air you have inhabited me with. 
Ill stand still in my fear

Dear Lord, I won't rebel, give me back what was always yours but let me hold it for once
let me be proud of the disadvantages you have given me
I'll pray to you every night as I kiss the dirty floor 
I'll be proud this time, to be nothing