punk political social roc
Lyrics
Some say that it’s mutual, entirely symbiotic,
That without each other it’d all be chaotic,
But those voices are becoming just a whisper,
Voracious power seekers are telling me to differ,
Compelling me to take charge of this relationship,
Become the master, be the one who wields the whip,
Forge you into a tool to do my tasks,
Domineering force will make you do all that I ask,
And so I cave, succumb to the pressure,
Desecrate, dominate and oppress her,
For years this lasts without a sign of opposition,
Save a few black marks on her ever-hardening skin,
But this is building to a dangerous climax,
Before I know it, she’s the one grinding the ax,
Retaliates for my abuse and ends it right here,
Flashing before my eyes,
In the bleak and dismal skies,
A transient am I, finally is it clear.