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.