It's Not Good for the Man to Be Alone - Self Defense Family

Brick building falls in and pins legs to concrete

It’s days drinking piss before they manage to find me

Wake chained to bed, with a throat full of plastic

I choke out one word, and that word is 'bastards'

Sit opposite six peers and one bloated asshole

Admonished like a child, while they hold me in shackles

If given free rein, they’d hang me from a tree

But seeing they can’t, they do the very next best thing

Find a hole, so deep, where no light is shone

They drill ten more feet, and tell me I’m home

It was there in that place, alone in my box

I learned there’s a reason some things go untaught

The way world leans, its curve, its axis

The satellite brain, and its time spent in orbit

The grave, and the millstone, the body left folded

The time in the sun, before it exploded

Stone cut from mountains, mountains cut from ice

The arm left extended, and the harm it invites