Forced to spew what the masses chant, Chained not able to feel anymore she can't
Feel me Lord, why shan't I compose my heart?
They took it her supposed friends, greedily tearing it apart
Feasting on her love, familiar to vultures giving one another a shove
Look there, her joy... It is theirs to employ
Tasting her sympathy for who shall need this vulgarity
Ripping and tearing, for humanity and our souls a deep disparity
This shell of a human falling to her knees, her talent suppressed for the masses she shall please
I see through her chains, it shall take an enormous amount of energy
For the demons power has sapped us clean leaving us with lethargy
"Paint as I...