Sworn to silence, not another sterile sound will escape from my jaw. Sworn to silence, pry open my mouth. Pulling teeth to place within your palms. Tear into my throat and gather for yourself the final act of charity I wasn't fit to give. Forced remembrance will pour out of my head and evaporate before it hits the ground. Using knives to rewrite my last rites. Drain the blood I couldn't retain. Drain my blood to purge you of pain. Drain the blood, vacant and vain. Tear into my throat and gather for yourself a scripture insincere and unfit to preach in faith. Forced remembrance will pour out of my head, devoid of the nourishment you need.