Slaves

(альбом: Cataclasm - 2015)

I felt a lost
I felt a lost place to call my home
I found you here
When I was broken, all alone
And I thought of you when I was under all that dirt
I thought of growing, thought of you and all your hurt

I felt a lost
I felt a lost people with no throne
I was a crow
Flying out in a golden dome
I thought I told you I would never be at peace
I thought I loved you, but you had me on my knees

I felt a sharp
I felt a sharp pain beneath my gown
You used your hands
To bury me in the frozen ground
And I thought of you when I was underneath that dirt
I thought of rising, thought of how I'd make you hurt

I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt.