You were born wrapped in the pages
The words bind your mind and body
A false comfort of thin paper
You're claimed as unclean property
They say you need guilt to be good
Your brothers all remain blameless
Heart of snares and nets, hands as bands
Classified as a nameless mass
Don't look down on me
I don't look up
Hear you're not scared to die
Those dogs will lick and drink you dry
Eat the pretty cursive lie
And you will not be scared to die
They say In you lives an Eve and
Thy desire rules over thee
Thou shall not let witches live
The fiction binds your mind and body
Give you away to male angels
The leaders all remain shameless
Wash away rains' ancient marking
Please beg yourself for forgiveness
Must thy sorrow multiply
Thy conception in sorrow
Thou shall live in the silence
With all subjection
He may hear false answers
He lets the voices in
Must thy sorrow follow
Visions in his head

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