Bolt down the role
Swallow the parts
with such uncomfortable ease
Such uncomfortable ease

Touch me

Delusions serve
Maintenance of an oppression
With a suppression
Of what we really wanted to be
Of what I really wanted to be

Touch me

Hammer the nails
Shape the clay
With a hateful hand
Of history

Touch me

Rendered soft-spoken
I cannot speak
I've lost my voice

Bolted on
Strapped down
Locked

Touch me

(Go ahead, put
your hands on
me, bastard
It's dayglow obvious
what I'm trying
to say, you thought.
Fucking wrong
answer
Touch me, don't
you touch me

How you going to
smile through all
those broken
teeth?
Easy. You never
listen get
your hands off me
get memories
out of my mind
so my soul
dance with glee over
your death
dance your
precious gift
back into something
I can let stop
choking the life
out of my wet eyes.)