Natural Selection

It's 6AM, a crowded floor
? floor
? pillows talk, ? bodies ?
100 miles to reach the door
100 miles from you to me
Let's take an ax and we'll be free
The human race, the human waste
Some of us see stars
The human waste, the shrinking space
I'm picking at my sores

The stinking fingers on the switch
?
? window on my crate
And you are in my sight
And on my face, and on my case
And in my space, I'm in your face
A human waste, a tragic waste
Wasting...

?
Picking at our scars