Dying By Degrees

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