There's something acting on this body Something goes in when nothing comes out And someone's acting on this information But nothing's registered from this location From this site that I sense that I am, in asking What is this burning in my eyes? I wanted a language of my own My lips were s**ed empty and I mouthed the lines Of this crowd that surrounds me Punctured and parceled i fold my hand To this site that I sense that I am in asking What is this burning in my eyes?