I've been told
To walk straight and give thanks
I've been told
Not to look at certain houses along the way
And it is
Insatiable and
Unrelatable
That old lactic acid dream
To build things out of sand
So long as there's someone to be buried in it
We fed you starch
Let you march
But when asked for water, left you parched
Coca-Cola stains on bedsheets
Bedside
Goddamn
How alive am I?
Now he came down on a horse
She was bathing the kids
She was parking her car
He was holding a book
Bandana over his mouth
Then he was laid on the ground
And now
Who is in sight?
Look right
And it all funnels down
To just this one thing
Is my safety what will separate me?
Is my safety
What I'll allow to continue to separate me?
Is my safety really that important to me?
