Swamps | Lost Boy
Here’s the fucking hook that’ll tie you down.
Snag you by the eyelids, put you ten feet in the ground.
Drowning in these trenches since birth,
Lost in my broken, blind, forgotten earth.
Searching for the heart to slit my own throat,
These are more than just words, you left me in the swamps.
They all moved on to higher ground,
Making moves with their lives, futures to be found.
Drudged down by the hand of clock,
My vocal cords were cut so I could be stopped
From spreading the word that we were all fucked
By the judgment of the outstretched hand.
My body has died but my brain stays stable,
I refuse to breathe if I’m forced to be labeled.
Vocal cords will snap under the weight of the bomb
That I keep on my tongue.
Mount my tongue on the wall.
Keep it locked with the hate.
My words will carry me through the gate.
Leave your brain at the door and your jaw on the floor,
I can’t pretend I know who I am anymore.