Girl Pusher Red Was The Color Of The Candle
Oh no
I don't know
Why are you doing this to me
Anger is my favorite energy
With anger others cannot govern me
In fact I see nothing but clearly
Red red she flourishes upon my face
Red she always loves to visit me
Never defines experience for me
Red told me not to ask you nicely
Nor will I get down to beg on my knees
Kill yourself
No not you sweet angels of my dreams
But you flagrant evil hideous thing
Imprisoning womens' autonomy
You destroy the lives of the women you abuse
Stealing their futures all unforeseen
