Rally The Troops! Poke Holes In Their Defenses! Line Our Coffers With Their Coffins!

It flew out your mouth, "you can drive me anywhere- just drive me anywhere but here."

Tonight, the length of your neck is a lonely parapet

You are armed to the teeth and looking for a fight

It was in your mother's dress that the temper showed signs of slowing down

Your fingers traced the route of the seam

(Like a map of your body that landed just shy of your knees)

It fell the same way on your mother- as she was, at that age, the same height as you

She never faced a fear quite as sharp, but her sister did and it broke her heart

What came out your mouth next was a series of mistakes

You had taken all you could take, and here tonight

The weight of their stares, well they could bury you alive

You are worn to the bone, and looking to disappear

And who could blame you?

It was in your mother's dress that the temper finally died out

And gave way to the fear that keeps its company with such a loud mouth!

(Like the sound of an earthquake tearing out terra firma's mouth)

You must not let it in, and keep your head up on top of your body

There are far, far worse things than this

So we must move with purpose and do what has to be done