I've been told To walk straight and give thanks I've been told Not to look at certain houses along the way And it is Insatiable and Unrelatable That old lactic acid dream To build things out of sand So long as there's someone to be buried in it We fed you starch Let you march But when asked for water, left you parched Coca-Cola stains on bedsheets Bedside Goddamn How alive am I? Now he came down on a horse She was bathing the kids She was parking her car He was holding a book Bandana over his mouth Then he was laid on the ground And now Who is in sight? Look right And it all funnels down To just this one thing Is my safety what will separate me? Is my safety What I'll allow to continue to separate me? Is my safety really that important to me?