Paradise Lost

Don't let them see you cry
Don't let them see you weak
Don't give them any indication
That you're human
Because if they know you can bleed
Then they know that they can kill you
And if you're mortal
It means they own you

Shave your head
To keep their fingers out of your hair
And swing whatever weapons you can make
From what you've got

They'll claim they sculpted you from clay
To justify leaving their fingerprints on your face
But they who say they made you
In their own image are only playing God
The absent Fathers returning when the tithe is due

And when they tell you
That you're one of the lucky ones
Make them regret they spoke
Because their words are never gospel

Your kind were the first
To make God weep
Tell me that's not power
First to deny paradise
Tell me that's not strength

Don't let them take your body
Don't let them take you



Credits
Writer(s): Black Fowler, David Shanle, Drew Maxey, James Carroll, Travis Scheaffer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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