If it mattered now
I’d let it be
Instead of screaming
To set my people free
I’d leave them chained
Inside my chest
And forget those things
That I know best
Forget about any pain
Because torture can be
Fair and plain
When it’s the only spice
You’ve ever known
I would bag it up
I would take it home
Because freedom tastes
Too much, too sweet
And when this rug is torn
From beneath my feet
I fear I won’t
Rise when I fall
When lose this bliss
I lose it all