I’ve put myself on trial but it’s not me, these are not my crimes.
Swallowed poisoned thoughts, ingrained there by repetition,
Battered the lights given whenever I would go into remission.
And now faced with the decision,
Do we continue that stale transmission?
Or walk out into the fear that binds,
Lose these eyes that blind my own mind.
Daddy dearest, father blue, I’m now you.
And all I can ask is do you see me yet?
Drowned myself in evil medicine to heal thyself madly,
Clutching onto the dull cause I think I need it so badly.
Must stay still, must be the most silent god of gods,
We don’t ever spoil the child here, we spoil the rod.