You were born wrapped in the pages   The words bind your mind and body   A false comfort of thin paper   You're claimed as unclean property      They say you need guilt to be good   Your brothers all remain blameless   Heart of snares and nets, hands as bands   Classified as a nameless mass      Don't look down on me   I don't look up      Kneel   Here youre not scared to die   Beg   Those dogs will lick and drink you dry   Kneel   Eat the pretty cursive lie   Beg   And you will not be scared to die      They say "In you lives an Eve" and   "Thy desire rules over thee"   "Thou shall not let witches live"   The fiction binds your mind and body      Give you away to male angels   The leaders all remain shameless   Wash away rains ancient marking   Please beg yourself for forgiveness      Must thy sorrow multiply   Thy conception in sorrow   Thou shall live in the silence   With all subjection      He may hear false answers   He lets the voices in   Must thy sorrow follow   Visions in his head