There is a Box in a room,
they say i can open it soon.
I dont know whats inside it,
but i'll take it and i'll hide it.

In another room is a Triangle.
Shredded and mangled, in a tangle.
I'll put it back together... if they let me.
Fix it so bright, hold it so tight.
Never let it go, never let it show.

In a room right beside it is a Brick,
standing tall and thick.
I'll have that too, jut for the fuck of it.
Mold it into something new, with my box and mangled Triangle.
I put them all together and...
And?

I'm not sure but they're mine.
See look there: Bound in twine.
I'll take my things now; put them somewhere fine.
Some screws to fix my smile,
My Brick.
My Box.
And my mangled Triangle.