i pretend to be so pious, you say
but underneath this veil
you bet i’m slutty and a whore &
claim i’m still going to hell
so here you come to save me &
make me straighten up my path
you’ll make it so i can’t run away or
i’ll suffer the lash of your wrath
i’m all alone & stoned
by the weight of the gaze
of him & his honor
while my back is ablaze
as he spits & slashes with words
that cut deeper than blades
burn
burn
i’ll set fire to the storm
pour oil on the flames of hate
that wash away your scorn
elevator going up
fancy number three & two
electronic eyes in the corner
taking note of everything that you do
you yell i flinch you hiss i choke and & trip in haste
to escape with no way out
i’m cornered outgunned and resigned
not enough breath in my lungs to shout
in this culture of blame
where the victim gets victimized
where my mentality is under scrutiny &
the one who stays is stigmatized
you ask why i stayed & tell me
that i tell myself lies
burn
burn
i’ll set fire to the storm
pour oil on the flames of hate
that set fire to your scorn
she must have done something
see? she made him do it
she’s the devil in a dress
she deserved every hit
she mouthed off & talked trash
she needs to learn to obey
if she really didn’t like it
then why did she did stay
burn up your excuses
justifications & lies
burn up your society
that doesn’t recognize
you cannot define me &
your arrogance i despise
i’ll set fire to the storm
pour oil on the flames of hate &
set fire to your scorn
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