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Raise Hell


They blamed her

They nailed her

To the wall

Filled her with lies

Told her this

And then that

She was ruined

Backstabbed

The fury

It burned her alive

She was swallowed up

And spit out

And what came out

Was something unholy

Something disturbed

She was ready

To raise hell

 

They laughed

They whispered

They lied

Oh how they lied

And she tried

They watched her cry

They pointed and prodded

Watched her dry

And when she came back alive

She wasn't human

She wasn't the girl

They buried

Her soul

Soiled and tainted

She left back there

In that old town

Ready to raise hell

 

She slipped in

Under the radar

No one saw it

She blossomed

And she never felt so alive

So aware

Her skin tingled

Her anger

Burned her alive

To a crisp

She was held together

But ashes

Revenge making her shake

And she knew

Tonight was the night

She was going to teach them

Some secrets

Weren't there to tell

And then 

She was going to raise some hell

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