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.)