our histories, they hold no apologies and how we suffer what we can't, what we won't let go you sad little man, you scared little girl you're passing torches pissed out long ago so long ago choke this beast on the cord which it feeds (hand over fist, sew up your wrists, live to shine again) oh, my mother, I'll see you hurt no more you sad little man, you scared little girl you seal your fates with the weight of your fears and your failures choke this beast on the cord which it feeds oh, my brother, I'll see you raped no more