I scream at the top of my lungs
Can you hear the hush from my tongue?
Red runs down from the ears

Cheek bones get in the way of my tears

Ignorance has a limit before you say never

Good intentions have become the worst thing ever

Fists ripping out my hair


Unlawful carnal acts pollute my stare
Musk inhaled through my nose

Sore and impatient throughout my toes

Cracked ribs, dislocated joints

Severed femur, battered, bruised loins
I'm still alive, still opposed
Against your music, against the flow