Slaves

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.