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 you 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
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
I’ll make you hurt, I’ll make you hurt
I’ll make you hurt, I’ll make you hurt
I’ll make you hurt, I’ll make you hurt
I’ll make you hurt, I’ll make you hurt
I’ll make you hurt, I’ll make you hurt
I’ll make you hurt, I’ll make you hurt