So it goes, each day Held back, but on display A prize leashed, your fingers creeping And they hold, and they close Around my neck Drumming beats of slights on repeat Counted later, before sleep Not sheep but fists So it goes, each every day You're held back, but put on display Counting scars, afraid Held back, but on display Until today I am free, I am an army My eyes are clear, the veil is torn You are so small You need me to breathe I'm not your lungs Without me you die, drowning So it goes, each every day You're held back, but put on display Hear that sound I'm the rattle in your chest I am the spade, tossing dirt on your grave Hear the rattle in your chest You need me to breathe You'll die drowning Tossing dirt on your grave Counting scars afraid Held back until today Until today Until today Until today This is your grave