There is a fear of life and death
And there is burning regret
That you have not got to live it right
When they take your whole life
And pulverise your wanton veins 
So they can see the stains 
On the carpet when they clean it up 
Then have the temerity to call it love
I know she doesn’t understand 
Though she claims she can read my hands 
When I do not show the deck 
I don’t know about truth but she knows a shipwreck 
And she seeks to break my bow on that hill 
But though she may kill 
All of what is alive in her 
And sacrifice what we were 
Because propriety and conformity
Are part of what earned her her degree
And that society
That she claims deference to 
Is no reference to 
What I am 
And she has a plan 
To lead with her heat maker 
And cry over the ones who forsake her 
And lock the gate on the years behind her 
I believed once but something said not to mind her 
Living in the broken brigade 
So I pull the switch and sit in the shade 
Of the great tree I love 
And let the light shine on me from above 
I guess you could call it sanctuary 
From the demons they launched at me 

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