Take the dagger out of my hand and subject me to pacifism
tell me to get get in line and then rob me of my charisma
take pleasure in my demise and try to crush my soul
tell me that it is only skin deep as my body grows cold

AM I PRETTY NOW?

take advantage of my weakness to sell me something used
tell me that i'm F#cking worthless and I deserve abuse
take away my masculinity and dress me for success
what remains is an empty shell that's begging for it's death