Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards
Rope weaved by these hands
Box of my toilsCoerced, dazed by a sucker punch
Reeling, believing that these are the duesSomeone wants me dead
From the neck and upwardsPitch back, throwback to a chastised youth
No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hoodTo be made an example
Will staunch my deviant flowHeld a lever that only I can pull
Need a trauma to
Silence my loose tongue
Loose tongueBigots want my head
On a plate to sound outProbing, exposing delicate core to full view
Damning, programming etiquette to suitTo dissect and reset
Will staunch my deviant flowHeld a lever that only I can pull
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue
Group constrictor throttling a bond
Call a cull to silence our loose tonguesSilence our loose tongues
Silence our loose tongues