Monica Richards Fell To Regret
Is this a new Dark Age?
Are these the blackest days?
All fell to regret.
Do you have nothing to say?
While they ignore the Modern Slave?
All fell to regret.
Horror at the hands of elders breeds a new crop of
monsters
The soulless profit-makers.
In the name of their Savior.
The Patriarch Conspiracy sold me off for pennies
All world religions united to keep the women obliging
Wandering the brothelways we scream through nights and
sleep the daze
They cage us like tigers to use for their desires.
Sell and trade us like a drug that can be used again
and again.
Predator trained as prey.
Socialized to be meek and obedient.
The anger in woman is dangerous.
Traditional Values, the modern passive Witch Hunt.
A fifties fabrication that never existed
Repressed Fundamentalist seeks a sicker decadence
Am I the mother of Harlots - the younger the better
Now self-esteemless Glamour tarts flaunt their
sexuality
In the name of Girl Power,
They'll lose the fight forever.
Selling and trading themselves to the game again and
again.
Is this a new Dark Age?
Are these the blackest days?
All fell to regret.
Is this a new Dark Age?
While they strip your freedoms away?
