Snibe

Snibe
(does this) wilted flower seem strange to you?
with all this poison at the roots...
shut away from love and light
you wonder why it's screaming

old enough to abuse me
but all too cheap to amuse me
we stand in the marketplace
with cold september eyes on the hungry people
we passed the interrogation
signed our names at the bottom of the government paper
calling memories out of mind
pictures writhing deep inside
and once you've seen it's hard to hide
you wonder why you're screaming?
strong enough not to fear me
but all too loud now to hear me
we stand in the marketplace
with cold september eyes on the hungry people
we passed the interrogation
signed our names at the bottom of the government paper
this wintertime
to waste your life
you reign
you die
you wait
you cry
this time in the light
small flame in the night
you come
you bend
you burn

sick enough to infect me
but too far gone to protect me
we stand in the marketplace
with cold september eyes on the hungry people
we passed the interrogation
signed our names at the bottom of the government paper