The king is dead
You win the crown
For what you did
To innocence
Laying down
Selling out
While one hand caresses you’re choked by the other
While one hand caresses you’re choked by the other
With one hand suppressing you holding you down
You are aware of your worth in the moment
My Mother, my father, my sister, my saint
Drew circles around here
My Mother, my father, my love, my hate
Won’t burn me out
We made choices we made plans
But we never knew.
