Minesweeper - Nonfiction

Take the blindfold off

I’m walking either way

I’ve been a prisoner long enough to know

If I can’t leave, that means you’ll stay

So I put my best foot forward

Said, «You've always had a pretty good head on your shoulders»

There’s no guilt to a firing squad

I think my soul’s already on it’s way out

I’m gonna hide it in the woods

Because I don’t want god to see me now

I think my soul’s already on it’s way out

We’re not scared of the guns

Because we know they’re not coming for us now

Everything breathes

(Please put me through)

Everyone leaves

(Please put me through)

Eventually

I’m staring hard at the mirror this time

No more looking away

«It's just a shell, okay?

You can trade it in when all your debts are paid»

And the clock hits

And I’m over this

But I’m stuck here, undone

Until my body finally gives

I don’t want to be seen like this

I am a child

My soul, a shaking fist

Leap over the line

Burn my skin

And let me die

How many more times do I have to try

Until I’m alright?