The woman crawled inside her body only to find a hole.
Tarnish and outcast, made fun of like freckles and moles;
On a female's body, though her DNA wasn't to blame, for she was the one who wore her name;
Like like the jaded clothes on skin, she held her flawed flag high to show where she's been.

Her mind was a battleground; cannons bursting and guns fired.
She could not escape her abnormal desires;
So she left behind what she once thought she knew, to degrade herself, finding any possible human to screw.
Seeking peace in the misty chamber dropping her towel, the sound of sweet silence prowls.
Seeing her temple in the foggy mirror, reality and fantasy were blurred here.

She could not conform, not any longer.
As the days went flying her feels only grew stronger.
This feeling like a sword so sharp;
That cut her strings unraveling apart.
She crept out of her hole, on to the floor, banging her head against the door, make it stop, make it stop, no more, no more!

And for a moment thoughts became bliss within;
As she bleed her insecurities out in a tub of sin.
She decided it was time, to do the deed in front of them all,
It was a lesson, showing them what it was like to fall.
Maybe then they would regret what they did, she swore she'd make them learn;
Spitting words of fire to others, gets you burned.