Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

We sleep amongst the children.

We sing them in our song.

Let's try to get along.

Burned, raped, and killed, they beat it.

They had to have it all.

We choke on the exhaust.

We are innocent.

Living in the prison.

We are innocent.

Living in the prison of stress.

anxiety fear it celebrates but loses stress

That's not to build a wall.

But that won't help at all.

But women, dogs, and children.

I finally said it all Let's sing them in a song We are in a sense

Living in a prison

We are in a cell.

Living in the prison of stress.

Each body feels its self-grace, but loses stress.

Anxiety.

Fear.

It celebrates the losers.

Good.

All I know is that Satan is coming for us.

All I know is the days have come in stress.

Anxiety.

Fear.

Brains.

Stress.

Inside no grave's polluted.