The ramifications tear my guts apart,

All our guts apart,

This is our guts being pulled apart,

for the children,

The ramifications for the trans,

for the enby,

The ramifications for the women,

for anyone.

How many will die in just a week?

Send around the violent mend,
On the precipice of a bend,
A ****** that sees no end,
From a tired decrepit friend.

Eroded bones of gold,
As we dig into the fold,
"Use your words" I was told,
Words don't work on black mold.

Where am I if I’m not standing,
There’s a play I want to be in,
I wish I didn’t shake and cry,
Every time I try to fight back.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

I hurt the morals I stand for,
No I won't lower the bar I set,
There’s a pale morning light but,
I still haven’t understood where my hands lay.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

Worked so hard to find my peaceful twilight hour,
At some point I’ll pull a golden curtain's rope,
Something that never comes without a fine,
I will not keep my pride for your sake,
I know not all that I say is right
There’s a stage and a song that calls,
I’m going on, entering from stage right,
Tripping over my ankles but that’s in the script.
Upon the stage I see there’s a telephone,
I answer to find my stage directions,
Follow until the prologue completes,
I won’t need directions for Chapter 1.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

Say the US is the land of the free
Starting to think that's the thing,
You've been so obscenely free,
Free to run your mouth,
Free to brandish your gun,
Free to take, steal, and ****.

Aren't you proud?
Oh aren't you proud!
Daddy's favorite side of the earth.

****** on a Sunday,
That’s good money you paid
Oh boy, you just can’t wait,
To make their world mold away.

Aren't you proud?
Oh aren't you proud!
Daddy's favorite side of the earth.

Dragging death on a Monday,
See their skin begin to fade,
As if slowly peeled with a blade,
This is a mess that you have made,
No regret for inflicted pain.

Aren't you proud?
Oh aren't you proud!
Daddy's favorite side of the earth.

Say it again, the land of the free,
In the middle I will never meet,
Cause all you ever do is squeal,
You don't know how to conceal,
Your historical cannibalistic meals.