To refuse the need to be The broken promise of a life worth suffering Callous and victimized perceived And then I ask you "should I do it again, do it again, father?" Devoted to the hive, not ever asking why And if I play my cards right, I might see the light Surviving the apocalypse by simply saying NO I DON'T DESERVE THIS, yet I refuse to let go! We escaped the martyrdom, only to be fed to the wolves The choice was always ours, but they were running loose. We fantasized of our demise, with shackles dragging us down Set to sleep, only to weep, in waves of guilt to drown