her veil was left untouched, her dress a platform to lift up,
her face was painted white.
White to red to black she’s dead, they sacrificed the one that read
don’t [bad word] in what they’ve said

eyes seeped into the dirt pile tomb,
that spun her spine to make more room,
her veins are flowers blossoming

behind the willow tree, that’s where her daughter left to weep
She knew her mothers love.
To be torn between the [bad word]  the lies they told her of the crimes
the ones her mother laid.

Eyes seeped into the dirt pile tomb,
that spun her spine to make more room,
her veins are flowers blossoming

eyes and soul were beautiful
to see a heart it grows to watch a light it goes
fading between the white and black lines,
she had a voice, yet she had no choice,
her neck was painted red, the motives took the heads
before they rooted her up from the ground she fed

fear was blinding my insides,
love wrapped me up too tight to forget what I once was
to waste a moment for a cause that eats me up alive
to prove that nothing’s wrong

eyes seeped into the dirt pile tomb
that spun my spine to make more room
my veins are flowers blossoming

eyes and soul were beautiful
to see a heart it grows to watch a light it goes
fading between the white and black lines,
she had a voice, yet she had no choice,
her neck was painted red, the motives took the heads
before they rooted her up from the ground she fed

eyes and soul were beautiful
to see a heart it grows
to watch my light it goes
fading between the white and black lines I fed
I won’t drag my head
I won’t go to bed
wake up [bad word] 
I won’t grab the gun