So it goes, each day
Held back, but on display
A prize leashed, your fingers creeping
And they hold, and they close
Around my neck
Drumming beats of slights on repeat
Counted later, before sleep
Not sheep but fists
So it goes, each every day
You're held back, but put on display
Counting scars, afraid
Held back, but on display
Until today
I am free, I am an army
My eyes are clear, the veil is torn
You are so small
You need me to breathe
I'm not your lungs
Without me you die, drowning
So it goes, each every day
You're held back, but put on display
Hear that sound
I'm the rattle in your chest
I am the spade, tossing dirt on your grave
Hear the rattle in your chest
You need me to breathe
You'll die drowning
Tossing dirt on your grave
Counting scars afraid
Held back until today
Until today
Until today
Until today
This is your grave
