Lying in bed
My Easter water broke
You came and washed the sheets
And stained my soul with shame
Dying in bed
I saw my life go by
By the window, them sacred birds
Will cry
Will die
Stains on the floor
Under your belt
My rapewig is on
But I will feel no pain
Watch from above
Led to the scaffold
Poetic justice saves
But not this time
Of scum
And shadows
Shake my rattle
In your nightmares
Can you feel it?
Can you hear it?
Shake my rattle
I saw her lurking in the shadows
I saw her dancing for the culprits
She saw me
Look at my eyes
They are quite not right
I can see her laying eggs of scum
It’s in the screams of this silence
It’s in the cracks of the sidewalk
If you fear for your head, than you should run
It’s in the mold of the bathtub
The peeling paint of the ceiling
If you fear for your head, than you should run