Don’t smile Run away And hide Don’t laugh Rip it out And run All emotion A smoking gun Now run Feet pound Gasps for air Faster Her darkness Just behind Faster than before Heart pounding Breaths shallow Running harder No emotion Just away Hide it all Trees ablaze Smoky lungs Coughing now Stop. Turn around Quick draw The queen has fallen Look down on your mother, Broken boy Look down at her blood and cry, Broken boy Your feet are bleeding, Your throat is ragged, And you are no more than A broken boy No less broken than when you began Less trapped, Sure But freedom comes with tears Comes with with knees hitting the ground Comes with that newly familiar taste, That copper filling your throat The gun in your hands is not for you, Broken boy The fates have more for you, Broken boy You will never get a break, Never a way out, Always with the loss of the broken boy, The hero.