I’m drifting off again.
I’m drifting off again.
I see them laughing, jeering
I see them mocking, sneering
Just like the days of old
Before I could have known
They’re standing behind you.
I see them touch you.
I cry, I scream, I bleed,
But they don’t listen.
I’m drifting off again.
I’m drifting off again.
I feel them poking, prodding.
I feel them biting, clawing.
At the back of my mind.
Crawling up my spine.
They’re churning my stomach.
They’re burning my stomach.
I cry, I scream, I bleed
But they don’t care.
I’m drifting off again.
I’m drifting off again.
I hear them lying, yelling.
I hear them dying, screaming.
In my mind, they’re rape.
In my heart, they’re hate.
On my eardrums, they scratch.
In my muscles, they scratch.
I cry, I scream, I bleed
But they’re still there.