I'll never get out the stench
Lose the feathers
They cling and frey
Attack the black on my skirt

I'll never know I'm alone
When I'm sleeping
You come and go
Like the ghost of filth and dirt

And now I'm alone
Now I am wondering
Is this the way it's done here
Are you ever gonna stop doing me

The 12th of May, a day of rain
He didn't come home
My husband dead
Without a service, without grace

Said the machine went down so hard
He didn't feel a thing
What were those knife wounds
What were those bruises on his face

Invisible guilt
Invisible shack back in the trees
If they ever even find me
I haven't had a name since I came

My stomach swells, the putrid smells
Even worse the past few days
My soul is leaving me
My heart is hiding in his grave

My fears turn to something worse
Jam the hole with your jagged key
Would you please push me down
Or would you spare the boy in me?

Could I have found my way out?
Could my two girls grow up to be free?
If you ever touch a hair on their heads
If you ever look at them the way you do me
I'll wash away my faith and stayed in red