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You cut me off at the knees Before I could even scream You said you were sorry For having fed me to the lions I heard you And I forgave you But I never raged you Forgive me, my rage My rage at Mother I have left you in the dust I have left you to smother In hell; you have no place You have had no place in me They left me to the lions And I must grieve, you see Somehow I must contact you, my rage My rage at the Mother Whose yang is in a cage That which says NO MORE You say you're happy You say you're thru You say you're done You're as happy as you can be So maybe you aren't the one Who's going to move the rage So maybe it's someone below you Someone who you cut off You left adrift Who could that be? Anyway, somehow, I must find my rage at you For handing me to the lions copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |