Foreseeing The Aftermath

I scream at the top of my lungs
Can you hear the hush from my tongue?
Red runs down from the ears
Cheek bones get in the way of my tears

Ignorance has a limit before you say never
Good intentions have become the worst thing ever

Fists ripping out my hair
Unlawful carnal acts pollute my stare
Musk inhaled through my nose
Sore and impatient throughout my toes

Cracked ribs, dislocated joints
Severed femur, battered, bruised loins
I'm still alive, still opposed
Against your music, against the flow