body, like a grenade and it starts and it stains and it sears and it sings and it feels body's not what it seems and it's dark like the day and appears, starts like the rain and it's clear body's not all the same and it's here body, like a grenade hold me under suffocate hold me under force shame half of me sulks other half of me starts to complain half of me crawls other half of me's hard to contain and it's all about body, like grenade