When it tastes like the hunger
We've been taught to ignore
Like sunlight shining on tired bones
Like the sweetest iniquity
Heaven could condemn
And we sang mercy
To the tune of the music
We'd heard when we were young
To the songs that broke us
And the ones that bled
A different shade of sin
Through broken teeth
And bloodied mouths
To forgotten prayers
And loosened restraints
We raised a rebellion

© Adi Aartse