The Drums
Harms
(Killing, killing, killing)

For all the motherless sons
I can't speak for you
I only have my stories
I only hold my harms

But I'm angry for you
And I'm angry for me

Oh, she didn't teach me love
Oh, she didn't teach me trust
Oh, and it shows up everywhere

Sisyphus in my face
Fucking my face all day
All day