On whose right do we control our fate?
Blockaded with guns, and nowhere to run
With all my loved ones
To come at me is hell, although
I’ve never had the need to
Bite at my own soft tongue
In darkness, they eat, with no need to sleep-
This must be a dream
They negotiate anything they feel suitable
Tremble with reason, just take off, be gone
When I die, you won’t take this away from me
And oh, don’t you dare move close to my hands
They weren’t meant for you
I'm no longer waiting for death, for life
Trade away all the lies
To shake off what’s left from this
Trade away all the time
Dismembered life seems so horrifying—
Block out bad memories
When fighting back gets tough, remember
You’ve never had the need to
Bite at your own soft tongue
Holding back is tough, but watching you is just dark
Through patterns of wire, I raise my head to comprehend your grace at rest
