As boys we fucked each other As men we lie and smile; Noble enough until the firstborn child Then, we shuck our guile
You think we donÂŽt fight Birds fight. Birds hate We fight, even as we reincarnate Free us, and a mess of mess will come rolling down Upon you We are not what we should be We just do what we do
If we had power We would not fight for you We would crush you We do what we do
We have learned to continue to look at ourselves We leave fear of future Love for others And guilt untouched on our shelves