Self Defense

(From the archives)

Wind off the mountains kicking up a fuss in the valley 
Doing what I must with who I must 
Nothing but downtime these days in the madhouse 
The world's unjust and there's no one I trust 
Voices are just noises chasing me outside from inside 
Men devolving as loud as they can 
Compulsory heterosexuality has me considering homicide 
Shutting their mouths is really self defense 
A place can catch fire for all kinds of reasons 
Doing what I must to who I must 
No one else here knows my personal demons 
Which breed of monster am I forced to trust