Fiction Reform 180 Avant Garde
So we start in the middle of our story
The hero came to rescue her, battled Lucifer
Pulled the baby from the fire of Gomorrah
Hands are bound in blood
In blood, she was a refugee
A slave found freedom
A harlot found God
The moral dial flipped inside of her
A 180 avant garde
So I start this race once more and again
This time my clover's blessed
Hands not bound in blood
In blood I was a refugee
I found freedom
This harlot found God
The moral dial flipped inside of me
A 180 avant garde
Hands bound in blood
A 180 avant garde
