Woman, rounded, draping, still
Peach pit, embedded, in her stomach, she's filled
Crimson, she's atop crimson
Holding her breath in, she's holding her breath

Naked, porcelain, sacred, bathed
Portrait, imprisoned, in canvas, displayed
Domain, she's public domain
Taught to behave, like a woman should

But she's tired of living like a spectacle
A body's easily replaceable
She belongs to a world
With veins like vines and teeth for eyes
Waiting to cut her life supply

Brazen, defiant, hard headed, cold
Punished, wounded, reminded she's owned
Swollen, her eyelids are swollen
Unimportant, she counts from neck down

She's tired of living like a spectacle
A body's easily replaceable
She belongs to a world
With veins like vines and teeth for eyes
Waiting to cut her life supply

There's no waking up when there's no dreaming
There's no waking up when there's no dreaming
There's no waking up when there's no dreaming
There's no waking up when you're

A woman, who's rounded, draping, still
Sunken in hell and better off killed