I’m home to a crime of amontillado. My Bones casted in these walls. Stones pushed up against my lips I can’t escape your prison.

Give them an inch And They’ll take your miles Give them any reason To take your freedom And they will America .

Golden glisten reflects off your citrine lips. I crave the suns kiss, So brush your warmth against my skin.

Lights out I feel this room begin to swell. About to explode This home ‘s become undone. Doors off hinges Scars and stitches Bricks dissipate Screams reverb and fade in.

Behind his back, I know are past traumas. That shadows beneath his feet creeped in from holes Someone dug in. I’m well aware of the ghost That haunt his bones And I bet you must think, how can I blame him, After all he’s gone through. Well I wonder...