Living under a shadow, breathing hot and hallow trying to escape.
Holding me down, trapping my sound, the burning of the rape.
The flesh to flesh, so hard to mesh- because I was so pure.
But with the fuel and rage, I was your stage, and through my body you tore.
And even though I cried, you testified- about the man that wasn’t you.
And although I heard your sound, and it fit your crown- You said it wasn’t true.
But how do you feel, it’s so surreal- to know that your set free.
I hope you run, because I know what you’ve done, and now you answer to me.