Cage me why don't you I'm already fucked!
Lock the door and keep the key,
he solid the only thing you might have seen in me!
Steal it back bleed it through, because no one gives a fuck about you.
Hear the cries, just dry their eyes and bandage all the wounds!
It sickens them,
they didn't cum?
well at least not to the truth.
He took her and all they ask is why?
Should I really know the answer when you've already replied?
He took her, he tortured all you once thought bittersweet.
He fucked her and now you lash her,
Her eyes must have caused deceit.
Because no matter how you plan, people hear you say the words.
Nobody understands it.
Crystal eyes caramelize under heated lamps of lust.
Violent undertakings crashing wills and all is left to dust.
We're saving you liberated fuck'n fools!
I'm solid, I'm used she's burdened I'm confused.
We're melted faceless whores!
Bombarded the answers! Cage the mores!
Where no ones heart is left to bleeding!
The makeshift band-aids left for screening!
They label me a fuck'n slut because a tortured miss-begotten youth didnít know how to fuck!
I'm not the only one like this the beaten battered bliss begot bliss.
Youíre blinded to the wounds we sell because no one really wants to believe in this hell!
Dirty oh-so dirty, Oh-so shamed and sick of feeling.
Beat me down and cover the scars!
Don't look this way because here we are!
I'm calling for a measure again a helping hand never to let in!
See me! Fuck'n hear me! I'm standing in your way!
I'm beaten broken down is their anything left to say?
We are standing cold and lonely obviously broken and hungry.
Whores of men who beat the beaten,
Who understand the misbegotten treason.
And there we sit, calling out to you.
While you smile and sneer, he fucked her, he used her,
He killed all that was real.
He solid me, He beat me, He tortured every part.
He promised me his happy ending, from before the start.
Hung tirelessly upon a grave.
Withered I ask nothing but a stay.
Give me something back of life less lived.
I am a being no mattered how used.
I am a fleeting being tired of this abuse.
I am a women tired of the feeling,
the memory of being used.
He raped me, thatís right,
I said the words that no one knew,
He raped me, He raped us,
She raped them.
And you run from us, diseased, no one thinks of us.
They, She, Her, Him, Me.
I guess you just donít know how to deal with us.