They think I'm just a vessel
A body to be taken away
Victim of the culture
Shouldn't have looked his way
Killing our abusers
No one believes a word you say
Walking through the alleys
Searching for another way
A seed planted in me
A power trip in its own way
Poison in the gardens
Lying in a shallow grave
Mothers in the shadows
Infection spreads another day
Blood drips slowly
Death becomes the only way
They're wolves
In sheep's clothing
Hunting in the light
Keep protecting the wicked
Well evil comes in many forms
Assaulted by their lovers
Prisoners in their homes
Quiet the violence against her
Filling the wombs with poison
Enslaved to our own bodies