You shove my head under water

Then ask me if I like the way it tastes.

You bind me in barbed wire

And then beg me to swim

If you want me to take your hand

You’ll need to reach out a little farther.

If you want me to follow you

You’ll need to leave some blood in the water.

I’ve damned my soul long enough.

It isn’t worth the crust of bread.

The fire I went through.

The fire I became.

It wasn’t worth it.