The secret and the profane
Arrows come at me
When I didn�t know I was at war
I am shell shocked
Defenseless
I can�t defend when I cant
Separate the voice of my enemies
And my own inner executioner
Does it matter anymore
How many fault lines I have?
How far into destruction must I go
To get a little peace of mind?
My mea culpas are too many to list
On my miracle sheet of paper
You are merely a bystander in my
Little destruction dance
As I play chief and soldier
And innocent civilian
If you listen well I will give you
All the ammunition needed
If you can hold on you can see
The secret and the profane
I am the living dead
Lost somewhere in one of those rejections
From a boy who I no longer remember
I died behind the alleyway with that broken
Bottle in my hand
I died again in the kitchen with his hands on me
And I disappeared into the jungle of fear when you
Slid your tongue into my mouth while memories of the dead
Kept me silent and ashamed.
I wish I could travel back
I wish I could take names of the murders
And mark them in the big book up in the sky
Here God, these are my executioners. And he would laugh
And I would laugh and I would die
Just a little longer
