If I could pull out my heart, and show you how it works,
How it pumps blood, oxygen, regret and vodka through my veins,
You’d understand me,
and I’d die a man in your eyes,
because the blood on my hands is my own.

If I could give you my eyes, you’d see as I see,
You’d see them squabble over rope burns from my guillotine view,
You’d see their greed,
and loathe them
and they’d be pigs in your mind

If I could lay my mind out, like a map, a battlefield
We’d have our own crusades
We’d free the slaves with books, and America would greet us with pitchforks
We’d behead a Nazi,
and Watch his eyes
Watch his eyes frozen in fear


his eyes, intensified in death
and America would greet us with medals

You have to see hell
to understand God