Tragedy.

Censure

Has Kept Me Clothed.

Apologize To Me

Politely.

My Only Wish

Is That Revenge

Could Blast Me Clean.

Sometimes

It's Easy To Imagine

That I've Killed You,

So You'll Have To Forgive Me

When I Send You

Through.



Firing Squads

And Land Mines --

I Want To Feed You Bad Things.

Rigged Elections

And Force Feeding

Are Too Terrible To Think Of,

But It Still Won't

Be Enough.

For All Of You