beat and shove me down as roses are traded by fists
and while you slowly become the gun in my mouth
my mind continues to beg for an end even when legs and arms
have meaning again our precious home becomes hell as
we let the disease own the place my everything is not enough,
even with my heart served with the word “ love” carved in stone
you chew and swallow it with no contempt,
with no regret thanks but no thanks...
because i am out of time and… life isn’t warm or safe anymore,
the beauty of what once was a family bond is now a monster
in my dreams to be in silence is to accept defeat,
to be ashamed is like feeding yourself to the lions because
as you renounce tradition, you know you’ll fight fire with fire
but sometimes the only way out is to take that risk, tearing down the walls
... in order to breathe taking back your precious life,
picking your head from the floor regaining a smile you thought,
fucking dead and buried cause if this world is a party,
it has started without you home wrecking machine...