Trembling and Chains

Every Cliche like a knife at my throat
This Culture like cataracts clouding my sight

Oh, parasite you feed off my trembling hands!

Fear chains my right
Guilt chains my left

I was once a broken man
Ashamed of my existence

But now I see you for who you are

You need us to shake
You need us to crawl in shame
You need BLOOD

Too long have these trembling hands brought me nothing but chains

No longer will I beg for that freedom that was never yours to take
No longer will I take that shame that was never yours to give