In back rooms there are secrets
All sorts of things to make us sick
And behind locked doors and afternoons blurred
He held me against my will
A film over the window
Don't dare scream
What would they say?
I'd be at fault
Because I only dared to put up a weak and watery fight
And in the end count myself lucky,
Dangerous games that lead to this
I'd like to say I am better than a tale told in shadow
That I am a particular girl
But in the end I'm just a slab of meat
No different than any other repository that came before
or that will suffer the same fate
An unfortunate mix of ethanol and protein
The lady doth protest?
I see no lady before me!
In a nature of prayer
Consider yourself poised for greatness
Consider yourself blessed
What is there to tell?
You cried wolf one too many times
And finally he came out to charge