Rage
Face that I can't age, inviting sex, exciting carefully
Now hand pushing child, crushing no confessing secrecy

Paintbrush painting pleasure over pictures that sister drew
Sister taking scissors to the photograph of all she knew

The rage of all she knew, the rage
The rage of all she knew, the rage

Face that I can't age, inviting sex, igniting bare with me
Now hand pushing child, sucking open face secrecy

Paintbrush painting pleasure over pictures that sister drew
Sister taking scissors to the photograph of all she knew

The rage of all she knew, the rage
The rage of all she knew, the rage
The rage is haunting you

Holding on to find ourselves
Not enough for you the truth that child embracing
Memories tend to linger under restless eyes
For children who are blinding
The rage of all she knew, the rage
The rage of all she knew, the rage
The rage, from watching