Listen to my voices
Helping me with my choices
They don't like one word answers
The word, no, to them is cancerous
Exploding ear drums
That may be next to come
The truth may surprise you
The voices may deny you
The cops may find you
The lights may blind you
Their sirens you can't hear
The hot nights that are hard to bare
Wading across the creek so shallow
Creeping over the ground, so hallowed
Through the switchgrass and the mud
You can barely see your clothes are covered in blood
You should be locked up for good
What did you do?
Find out, you probably should
Ask yourself if it was a body slain
Or was just your friend and her menstrual pains
Find yourself and learn all the facts
Or suffer your choice by the executioners axe
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