Skin crawls at all the nasty things you do
And sins fall on the young and unenthused
I'd stand tall but don't want to seem prideful
Enthralled but staying out of view
Think back to when the last time this felt safe was
Think back to how we started this
It's our fault for not paying attention
It's our fault for never loving him
I can pay the price
You cut your teeth on the necks of your sisters
The sour taste of all the flesh you've blistered
Raises bile to the tip of your tongue so
You'll spread the fire with a sharpened thumb
Think back to when the last time this felt safe was
Think back to how we started this
A stiff pull and a sword made for a jester
Forgiveness for an unforgiving gesture
I'm tired of all the lies
Please now let us be quiet