Trauma, trauma, trauma.
I’m having trouble making sense of it all.
This trauma, trauma, trauma.
Word association is getting me nowhere.
Know where.
I’m safe. I’m free. I’m safe. I’m free.
I don’t know why, but they don’t have me.
I’m safe. I’m free. I’m safe. I’m free.
No sense to be made.
Evil hides in the shade.
Evil hides where we don’t want to be.
Evil has its own cause wrapped up in its cure.
Evil wants to be cured violently.
From its trauma, trauma, trauma.