The victims always win,
Their insults are mightier than guns,
Their acid tears corrode the most contained souls.
Soon we long for them to be happy again
After everything we've given them
After everything we've given them
Had turned into our biggest burden.
The worst are human
And thus we become them,
Far better to be fleeced by their pain
Than to confer on their madness
Our sanity — that thing they will take
Than to confer on their madness
Our sanity — that thing they will take
Forcibly, as you turn away.
I can't escape the elusive voices,
The pleas that make no sense
But must, if I am to be among them
And not a wing with only soul
Flitting an indifferent shadow,
Like the branches merely were to rise above.
