In Suspension

She’s wounded – You see no blood

She cries – You see no tears

She’s got more than you got

Don’t you know you’ve been hating her for years

She says – You obey

You accept – She is pleased

In suspension again another day

Oh, how much you want her to be deceased

“Can I knife your life off from you?”

You’d like to ask, but she sees you right through

You have failed – She bares no deceit

Now she’s the butcher, and you – a piece of meat

You will cannot be heard

No, no, no you can’t say a word

Your opinions – suffocated

Your ideas – already dated

You’re trapped and there you will stay

In a prison of her will

She runs your passion play

Your mind – much too weak to kill