Chained and collared
By Mara’s daughters
No safe word Baby,
bound by
desire,
fulfillment,
regret
They put their
hands
on me
and they drew blood
In the symbol of currency
Then they sold my soul
Into *** slavery;
No one blinded the cyclops
Now we’re walking wounded
Fueled by hubris
We’re headed toward the rocks.
Caught up in some bad religion
We’re only gonna die
For this
Our own arrogance
And we’re running out of time
Some men wanna
watch the world burn
Some die before they rise the fire
History repeats
We don’t learn
Burn the forest into a funeral pyre
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Chained and collared
By Mara’s daughters
No safe word Baby,
bound by
desire,
fulfillment,
regret
They put their
hands
on me
and they drew blood
In the symbol of currency
Then they sold my soul
Into *** slavery;
No one blinded the cyclops
Now we’re walking wounded
Fueled by hubris
We’re headed toward the rocks.
Caught up in some bad religion
We’re only gonna die
For this
Our own arrogance
And we’re running out of time
Some men wanna
watch the world burn
Some die before they rise the fire
History repeats
We don’t learn
Burn the forest into a funeral pyre
