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
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 fear is turned 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