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Someone wants me dead

From the neck and upwards

Rope weaved by these hands

Box of my toils

Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch

Reeling, believing that these are the dues

Someone wants me dead

From the neck and upwards

Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth

No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hood

To be made an example

Will staunch my deviant flow

Held a lever that only I can pull

Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue

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

Silence our loose tongues

Silence our loose tongues