The Revolution

Freedom is a cold disillusion
You were born bled and bred for constitution
And your neighbors got it
What they call it
Happiness
"So breed yourself and complete the revolution," I said

Your momma cried when you left the home
She kept your fingers off the burning stove, aye
On the shelf, Polaroid visions of a younger time
"So breed yourself and surely satisfy," I said

I feel the eyes across my back
And I feel I'm getting fat
So bad that I feel my bones might snap
And I, destitute and sad
So cold and black that I need something
Or something like that, come on now



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Isaac Ackerman
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