THE SPEAKEASY PARLOR
WAS FILLED WITH MANY
A FAIR LADY
FALLEN VICTIM
TO ANOTHER MIND RAPE
BY THEIR CHRISTIAN FATHERS
IT WAS NEVER EASY
TO SHOW THEM I LOVED THEM
HE SAID AS HE WAS
REMOVED FROM THE BOOTH
NO ONE HAD THE TIME TO LISTEN TO HIM
THEY DON'T CARE

IT WASN'T HIS THING TO TALK LIKE THAT
WAKING UP THE NEXT DAY
IN A NIGHTMARE OF A
GREY COLORED ROOM
FULL OF FRIENDS WITH NO NAMES
AND METAL AS COLD AS HELL

THIS WAS YET ANOTHER FAVORITE OF HIS
CONSCIOUS EFFORT WAS PUT INTO EVERYTHING
THAT HE DIDN'T DO
AND EVERYTHING ELSE WAS A FAILED PLAN
WHY DIDN'T THIS WORK

IF ONLY GRATITUDE COULD GET YOU SOMEWHERE

CENSOR HIS BLEEDING HANDS
BROKEN TEETH AND BLOOD RED HAIR
THIS IS HIS LOVE
KEEP IT UP
YET ANOTHER DAY
BLESSED WITH HIS PRESENCE
CONTINUE TO BEAT HIM
THIS IS HIS LOVE

COUGHING UP HIS MOTHER'S LOVE
ALL OVER A PLATE OF REFURBISHED ORGANISMS
THIS IS HIS LOVE

OH MOTHER MARY FORGIVE THEM
FOR THEY HAVE WON
THEY HAVE WON

SPOKEN FAST ENOUGH
TO SPARK A MEMORY INTO EVERYONE'S
TIRED MINDS

BUILT UPON A CROSS OF CLOTHES
AND THORNS OF WRINKLED SCARVES
AND HUNG FROM A CEILING AND SENT
TO EVERY CHILD'S LIVING ROOM

DEPICTIONS OF LIFE AS TOLD
BY A SUBDUED BODY WITHIN US ALL
WE AREN'T LOVED ANYMORE
BEHOLD, THE WHITE WHORE