Contraband

The cries of all the things
 that ought to die
 resonate inside my heart
 Stabbing me in a blind fury
 like a child
 desperate and lost
 The air I take in
 with each breath is alien
 It burns me from within
 reminding me that I cannot
 renounce the vow
 The time is now
 Of what are you innocent?
 You carried contraband
 into my mind as if
 you couldn't kill me dead enough
 Your waste is in my blood
 It's never going to stop
 I played along but now
 I do no longer know just how
 Of what are you innocent?
 You carried contraband
 into my mind as if
 you couldn't kill me dead enough
 Your waste is in my blood
 It's never, never going to stop
 I kept silent all my life
 prepared to make some sacrifice
 The cries of all the things
 that ought to die
 interfuse
 It's time for you to choose
 I am no longer angry
 I'm in good faith
 We can finish this
 with dignity and grace