| Woe Unto Us |
|---|
| They are kneeling on my back in Connecticut. |
| And I watch for signs, but I just hurt my neck. |
| I believe, that you’re the God of Abraham. |
| And you’ll strike me dead, but in the end, what the fuck do I care? |
| We can never be alone. |
| There’s a restlessness in our bones. |
| What if I decide |
| that my life has been a waste? |
| So woe unto us. |
