Sacred Mother Tongue Force Fed
what you see is what you get
i'm off to meet my maker
tearing down the walls to change
and pleasure my dictator
perach to me of your higher states
of righteousness well i won't submit
you tried to change me, and i tried
promis made is a promise kept
conscience can be tender
tightening your around my
breathing spinal member
i'll never be, what you want me to be
falling motion makes poetry
you tried to change me, and i tried
this is what you get
when you play with fire
you can't feed me by the force of your hand
i will not compromise or do what you ask of me
