When the fire escape became the only way we could get away

They burned down our harvest, they can’t keep us hostage

Tried to open the window

Hinges worn like a newborn widow

They put thorns on the father

Made him walk through the garden

Can you tell I’ll never say it again?

Not to you, not to anyone at all

No matter what anyone says

You weren't doing your job

You were leaned against the machine

And it was making your heartthrob

While I was in the corner

Callused, hoping my heart would stop

That messiah is underground

Worms in his head, not making a sound

He’s the Haitian recluse

With his head tied in a noose