They call it repressed
But the memory’s gone
I swear, it’s gone
Can’t you see the struggle
Can’t you see the fight
Can’t you enter my body, my mind
I suppose you can’t
Got me thinking it’s all a trap
Got me thinking body-snatchers
Got you thinking of ironic ways
Got you thinking of my end
Never meant for it, no
Thought you’d read the words
Not twist them, no
So where do the sinners of misunderstanding go
Never an answer, just gridlocked throes
I’ve believed it for so long, still haven’t seen the pros
Just ex-cons with teeth for wings
Black angels never wept like this before
No, black angels never wept like this before