by Nick Gisburne
I need to stop the shining of your light
I need to tie a tangle in your tongue
I need to bind you, bleeding, out of sight
I need to raise the rope with which you’re hung
I need to dig, to ditch you in the dirt
I need to find my freedom, far away
I need to hope, with hate, you will be hurt
I need to show you suffering, today
I need to prove your poisoned plans are wrong
I need to seal their sickness underground
I need to live a life without your song
I need to silence every spiteful sound
I need to say so many things, unsaid
And somehow, soon, I need to see you dead
