Drops - Hey

My body is a stone 
Still waiting for a sculptor 
And his chisel 
An undiscovered land 
No claims and no one owner 
Clear as a crystal 
To hell with being pure 
It feels like being crippled 
Like a hunchback 
For just one drop of you 
I'd give up my right arm 
And my hearing 
Time is running out 
The clock is ticking fast 
Beat it beat it 
Aging is a spider 
I'm caught up in his web 
Break it break it 
A veil hides my face 
My chest is ringed with flowers 
Looking younger 
The scent of fragrant oils 
Sneaks well past your defenses 
Goodbye wrinkles