Baseball bats and salivating mouths In a square room, doors locked once again I'm alone inside a crowd
A misplaced throw, a misplaced swing And everything unfolds A microcosm of humanity A microcosm of cold
The waves wash over another Anxiety, proximity, erupting from the chemistry Of testosterone, isolated until the first fists fly Instincts pushed to breaking points Surging bodies, snapping joints
Two shoes lost inside a fray Two socks on laminated hardwood, 360 degrees into harms way A length of lead grazed the side of my head As others fall and others leave And others show their vampire teeth
Two chunks from my neck, four lips that drip with skin, Socks that slide as the blood runs down my shirt Or over two strange chins
There is no way out of detention Rage pushed a doorway down Fear carried me past the last contusions hurled At bodies on the ground
Dizzy, terrified, awake in sweaty skin, "Mom, I'm never going back to school again"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
