Thrown Down A Rope

(الألبوم: Words From The Exit Wound - 1998)

Someone wants me dead
from the neck and upwards.
Rope weaved by these hands,
box of my toils.

Coerced dazed by a suckerpunch.
Reeling believing that these are the dues.

Pitch back throwback to a chastised youth.
No quarter stifled under a stich-up hood.

To be made an example
will stauch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.

Bigots want my head
on a plate to sound-out.

Probing exposing delicate core to full view.
Damning programming etiquette to suit.

To dissect and reset
will staunch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Group constrictor.
Throttling a bond.
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.