Charged Words - Western Addiction

In my head it makes perfect sense

A cautionary tale of sitting on a fence

Send your goons to break a turned cheek

Our sapphire sockets and pacifist’s bleat

Your charged words have got me by the wrist

Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist

I’m scared in a face irate

But I won’t fight just to break your plate

A mealy interior and a bullshit stance

Dealing war crimes in repetitious cadence

A culprit in the pulpit without rhyme or treason

A fallen rioteer with a reason

Your charged words have got me by the wrist

Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist

I’m scared in a face irate

But I won’t fight just to break your plate

With your charged words…