I could be blindfolded
And groping for the chopping block
The house burned to the ground
In the night
I don't know if I was there
If I was
I was scared
If I was
I was scared
I could give over to terror and never come back
Was I there already
Did I light my own hair
Was it a public square
Was I throwing light
I heard a rush of air from above
I felt the hot blade fall
I don't know if I was there
If I was
I was scared
I could give over to terror and never come back
Was I there already
Did my slapped cheek turn pink
Was there a funerary pyre
Was I pushed and did I resist