The book has been burned, the pages torn.
The living is churning amongst the unborn
to heal and protect the second best
from living a lie inside promises sworn.

A secret's an omen to the betrayer
when love is forgotten as soon as it's there.
Dare we be condemned for surviving
with sin on the line if we live without care?

Where are you taking me, Society?
I don't think I want to swallow all your words today.
I've crumpled your maps and burned your orders
and now I only am left with a grayer shade of truth.
Give up on me, don't tell me what to do
because my mind is set on not listening to you.

Mommy and Daddy have their names tattooed on each others' bruises.
Ink knows how to shape the blacks and the blues.
We've turned torture chambers into bedrooms.
What shows our boiled souls that we have everything to lose?

And yet I turn around to face a sore face
with their love and their name engraved on a plate
made of lies and deceit, yet it offers the freedom
by losing your life when you've fallen from grace.

Where are you taking me, Society?
I don't think I want to swallow all your words today.
I've crumpled your maps and burned your orders
and now I only am left with a grayer shade of truth.
Give up on me, don't tell me what to do
because my mind is set on not listening to you.

Which burns better?
Stars or stripes?
Which is more beautiful when swallowed by the flames?
This is not an anthem
to condemn and hate the lovers of the lovers.
This is only a finger pointed towards no one to blame.