Why can’t you just shoot me numb?
I’m so sick of feeling your tongue
Pressing firmly in my cheek
I am the damned; you are the meek
And blessed are the meek
You can throw me to the flames
I won’t scream or call your name
Watch me crumble on the coals
Collect my bones and keep them close
They’re your reward
You are naïve
If you think you can get away from me
My dust will follow you down
To whatever hell you carve out for yourself
You can throw me to the flames
I won’t ever call your name
With my tongue pressed in my cheek
We are the damned; we are the meek
And blessed are the meek
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