Dying By Degrees

our histories, they hold no apologies.
and how we suffer what we won't let go!
you sad little man, you scared little girl.
you are passing torches pissed out long ago, so long ago.
choke this beast on the cord which it feeds.
(hand over fist, sew up your wrists, live to shine again.)
and my mother, i'll see you hurt no more.
you sad little man.
you scared little girl.
you seal your fates with the weight of your fears and failures.
choke this beast on the cord which it feeds and,
oh my brother, i'll see you raped no more.