Falls to his knees
A mangled body twitching
To serve and protect my fist over fist
And regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet
Mind under matter career
With his hand on his throat
While he begs you to please
And God of Sunday school facades
Dulls the softest of knives
(When he falls to his knees)
I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes
Oh, all of this ask for change
That's why this sounds kind of funny
And pay cheques to validate the time I served abroad
And punch your grimaced face
Falls to his knees
(With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please)
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Until every knuckle breaks
(We will say it all means nothing)
When he falls to his knees
I swear I have compassion
When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes
In the mouth answers the questions of exposure
(Change)
Because I am the prison guard
And carve X's in his eyes
If I forget why I'm here
I swear I have compassion
While I explain the hardest of bodies
(Spare his life)
