Watch out the claws they tear and rip skin,
delicate leave it in one piece,
Eddy and Billy take your face and parade a flag,
they smile and bathe as you lay there just a martyr empty on the outside, wondering if this was your fate since you were born.

The purge rats dance over a flame, trading masks and licking lips, hands atop a book abridged a thousand times.

I’ve never minded
the things I could not hold
Over my head
The sounds of working
Muscles and bitter skin
The day I bit through my tongue
Is the day
I tore out my teeth
Because I told myself
Never to smile at the thought of you
It’s better to choke in the dirt
Than to drown in the snow
If my feet are carrying
Me home
Is there such a thing as the wrong road?
It’s the child’s voice who doesn’t know that life is still suffering
And the elder voice who refuses to spoil the surprise
I’ve made too many friends whose faces I can't recognize

You have played the role of two on a stage with no audition,
All the cast took their bow, joining those who paid admission,
They watch you writhe alone deep inside.
You have played the role of two pushing one into submission,
All the cast scream their mind, diagnose a wrong condition.
They all feel fine, clutching foolish pride

Leave me be, just leave me be.

Held down, given no room to grow.
Ribs break and you're gasping for air.
The pack rots in its old ideals
then hunts when smells blood
Their curses cut deep through yesterday's scars.
The claws can't keep out of someone else's life.

You have played the role of two on a stage with no audition,
All the cast took their bow, joining those who paid admission,
They watch you writhe alone deep inside.
You have played the role of two pushing one into submission,
All the cast scream their mind, diagnose a wrong condition.
They all feel fine, clutching foolish pride

Raised in the wrong home,
Mind a twister
Do your best to forget me,
I am not who you know