And when the Hunter saw what he had done to Her, He feel to his knees in 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?