i don't care if it rhymes anymore
it just needs to come out
victims of birth all lined up
like cogs in a machine

steel lined bodies all ready for war
their minds were blown away
by the winter winds
so they carry their weapons of mass creation
to destroy the whole world

seasons change every year
it's something you can count on
i'll be changing, too,
november has arrived
to carry me away from you.

because you're no celestial body, no
gravitational pull expelling from your fingertips
you are just like all of us
you are a parasite

there is a rage growing inside me
i will break free
i'll rip up these floor boards
leave you inside

nail up your coffin and break you free
when you've decided to put it to the side
forgive me
or forget me
shallow as these polluted streams
the city will put to sleep