We build
No other
We stand
In place
Forgot
The problem
Guilt trip
Disgrace
Bound here with a sense of injustice
Too benign to begin on a cure
Fought hard to pose as a victim
Too ignorant to what we've endured
Despite the battles we face
I still can't muster courage to escape this space
So I can take my hands
Tighten my grip
Ball up my fists
Shoot from the hip
Undone
Disposed
Wound up
Reposed
For shame
I doubt
Too long
Find out
Spare me your apologies you son of a bitch