Supervised Suffering from Intermission by Assertion

Sunday morning going backwards
Feel all the hope has died
Keeping the smile on feeling weighed down 
Locked out overall
Feeling alone in guarding our lives
Keep it all outside no opening up 
Locked down, feeling low
Going round in my mind 
Coming back to see it

It’s the way out 
The way out
Sunday morning’s fake sunrises 
Fighting back tears climb the compromise now
The way out 

Pen to paper sick of listening eyes
All words unspoken 
I see it in your eyes

Open the door imagine them run
Been locked away and they feel it all
It’s supervised suffering 
in sterile rooms they listen in
I’ll open the door 
You run and run 
Feel alive 
Then meet me home 
And never-mind the wake behind me 
I’ve been stomping and slashing and cutting through

To the way out
The way out
Step right in front of me now 
It’s the last thing you’ll ever do
The way out 
The way out 
Your “justice” is broken 
Burn down your system
It’s time
You can’t contain us
Nothing will keep me away

Calm down now my baby girl I’m here
And wipe the tears from your beautiful, big brown eyes 
No one’s gonna keep you away from me 

The way out 
The way out 
Step right in front of me now 
I’ll force feed you your last breath 
The way out 
The way out
Stomping your teeth in 
Stay right out of my way 
Cause you kept us locked out 
Tell me now
How does it feel?
No one will keep me from my children 

So calm down now my baby boy we’re home
And wipe the tears from your beautiful, big brown eyes 
Cause no one’s gonna take you away from me

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