The Heart of Men

If my wretched soul wasn't incarcerate inside the cage of my ribs for my transgression I would walk to depth of the horizon where the Sun sleep to set it on fire like a burning desire, and watch it burn to ash My intentions are ruthless... If I grow feathers I would fly to the roof of the great sky cut the strings that the stars hang on, and violently laugh as they fall to the surface of the earth and break their shine My intentions r ruthless... If I were a few step taller I would stretch my arms up the sky, and squeeze the rain out of the clouds so that the river become thirsty, and run to the ocean for water My intentions are ruthless, because I have the heart of a men