These last excuses,
scribbled and scrawled on my skin
weak in the marrow

Feet on the sidewalk
wearing the shame on my sleeve
Grief, grant me reprieve

This is not my show
caged up, they're brow-beating me
into submission

Lashed me to the yoke,
lashed until the sand ran red.
These last excuses.

Teach me how to crawl,
how to harm until it breaks
under the dead weight

Give me all you've got,
I can swallow all the pain
till my stomach burns

No more prayers to say,
woke up two decades too late,
Armageddon day