Someone wants me dead   From the neck and upwards   Rope weaved by these hands   Box of my toils      Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch   Reeling, believing that these are the dues      Someone wants me dead   From the neck and upwards      Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth   No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hood      To be made an example   Will staunch my deviant flow      Held a lever that only I can pull   Need a trauma to   Silence my loose tongue   Loose tongue      Bigots want my head   On a plate to sound out      Probing, exposing delicate core to full view   Damning, programming etiquette to suit      To dissect and reset   Will staunch my deviant flow      Held a lever that only I can pull   Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue   Group constrictor throttling a bond   Call a cull to silence our loose tongues      Silence our loose tongues   Silence our loose tongues