Secondhand (Live)

Can we discern what man this all began with

It feels like tracing clad & covered steps

Our prodigy, monstrosity, humanity

Just look over our shoulders, dispossessed

My father’s father told me what you did

I don’t know if it’s true but if it is

He’d never love me if I let this live

I have to kill if no one will admit it

I know you think I replicate the rest

But every now and then I get undressed

And I wonder if we’ll ever let it rest

I’m tired of this

Secondhand ledger

From another man

I’m tired of this

Secondhand ledger

From a dead man

I’m not afraid to see where this begins