We're the poison to the antidote
That's killing us
The question to the answers
Demeaning us with empty morals
Detached from reality
They tell us what's real
We felt sick
As we walked out of the room
To nest in filth and howl at the moon
How could you take/ My life is gone
And I don't know why
You're on your own now/ Find you dead
Hollow well-groomed failures
Outside of prison-bar mansions
That made the earth's skin crawl
There is no time to rest
And heal out wounds
Black wind talker and singer of songs
No good words could
Find his tongue that day
We felt sick
As we walked out of the room
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