Collect your novel petals for the stem
Eviscerate your fragile frame
And spill it out in the ragged floor
A thousand different versions of yourself
And if the old guard still offend
They got nothing left on which you depend
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life
Just put yourself in my new shoes
And see that I do what I do
Because the old guards still defend (petty guards and shiny hands)
We got nothing left on which we depend
So enlist every ounce of your bright blood
And you're not obliged to swallow anything that you despise