Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away
Wish I was home but noplace was there
I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity
Capital teaches that there’s less when you share

I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone
I felt the gun in the small of your back
Engraved in the stone
By request and recurse of friends dead is
“Tell me again that it’s all in my head.”