F*** Your Words

Slow mother
Slow mother
Slow your words
For when they start to come out you can’t stop the hurt...

I hear the trumpets rattling in the back of that cage as you unleash your unrelenting rage.
The howling pain clouds the air to breathe and I see below your fire a child in need.
And when the confusion starts, you begin the bleed.

Nothing stronger can exist than a child who submits.
F**k Your Words that you planted deep in this brain and f**k your sacrifice for I’m not to blame!