The Indigo Girls have done some good work in the past...but this clunker from their 1st disc reads like some pretentious 17-year-old girl trying to get in touch with her "sensitive side"...

During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity...

[and then later on in the same song]

Rain soaked and voice choked like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
Not content to bow and bent
To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
Eating us away, eating us away
Eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the same to live...

Yeesh.