All the Drivel Addressed

If I am just a cell in a body am I wrong? Am I rogue? Am I cancer?
If I am the last healthy cell in patch of skin turned cancerous am I god?
Am I angel?
If I am just a cell in a monster am I god? Am I angel?
I can’t see my body and I can’t feel my friends
I am a stem and there’s some maybe lucky leaf poking his head
From my crux
I never said
«I wanna be a stem»
And if I did
I don’t remember so it’s as if
Trying to unstiff
I am a limb and limited to where I’m cast
No truth to be told, talking cells
Are all we are we’re talking cells
Are all we are we’re talking cells
From different angles, talking cells
Are all we are we’re talking cells
Disagreed on our scenes
«I swear what I see is without doubt»
No one could ever know our answer
So it’s open for color
Now, moral compass my trusted brush
I get to choose my story
Starting with a moral north
There was never any stone
To set it in
Every word we’ve ever muttered was «hope»
But not when I sing, I really believe
There’s a loophole and music is silence with beat
Sometimes I shake my fist at the course that I’m on
And I curse my last wish and I rewrite my songs
But I’ll shake you hard before I stab your back
I’ll look you in the eye; I’ll say «everything is
The way it should be» and I’m glad that you’re scared
‘Cause sometimes I really need to hear myself sing
And scream it out loud, if the words leave my mouth
With a hundred others chanting I know we agree
Cause if it really does end and we never come back
I wanted to yell it with you «I forgive, I forgive, I forgive»