Peasants Letra

I can't be what she needs.

I rejoice as I bleed.



I don't need their shelter,

I reject their lies.

Forced to prod and dig,

and it's killing me inside.

It's not about forgetting,

Or learning to cope.

It's about control,

and salvaging some hope.



I sit all alone.

Trying to dissect myself.

Trying to sort out,

just who I am.



Too many hours spent

trying to be understood.

Explain in vain,

They think that they're in sync with me.

If they only knew,

Just what I was thinking,

They'd be too scared.

Too scared to fucking sleep.



Zero.