I’m Not a Person

Oh, there’s a cellar
The rest are bowing in the steeple
Rain falls on the simple
They bite the nipple
Clicked in their seatbelts

Sigh, I never asked you
I want to tell you I’m not a person
Sigh, I never asked you
I will not tell you I am a person, too

The rain falls and bursts my flight
To kill is the way of debt
I’ll never lift the pillow from my head

Sigh, I’m ever thankful for my head