Daphne

The Gods envy us, the mortals
Helios, Jesus
Our people

Scream, witch, we will burn your body
You should know much better, Daphne

Daphne, tell me
I can’t see
Why love is forbidden
Daphne, my Queen
Wasn’t thee
Whose blesses were given?

My body is a vessel you can own
But not my soul

Born not as a human
Only a woman
Under the sign of the knife
Held in chains for my entire life

The hammering storms of mortal judgment
I raise my head above and on my enthronement
I’ll bring life and end the silence
In the spectacle of life
To this world ruled by men

Under my veil I take pride of this notion
Even by knowing this word has nothing for me
I lost my life in a failed abortion
I’m tired of being raped continuously

Under my veil I take pride of this notion
Even by knowing this word has nothing for me
I lost my life in a failed abortion
I’m tired of being raped continuously

From the cradle to the chambers
Prison bars made of oppression
Wrapped Rosary, set to embers
Lucifer’s sexual connection

We live on a phallus shaped world
Where virginity’s made of gold
It’s your fault, don’t forget it
Daphne, you were the one to bite the apple

I am the goddess of fertility
Red Queens don’t need virility
The matriarch, the monarch, the empress
The witch, the vixen, the temptress
I am the queen of everything

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is not fair between us all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will save us from them all?

While you dance in fluttery pirouettes
The demeanor of reality you act
I am the music for my performancer
The violin, the piano, the cello, the soprano
Whichever form you desire me to take
To take part in this sadistic masquerade
Because you are the Queen of a land where there’s no King
Every woman in this world carries a scar
Banally placed in an altar from afar
But still you rise and fight
Like this melody of mine
Beautiful Daphne, I am with you in your march

Free me from my chains and let my dreams be boundless
Let me just for once not be ashamed of my body
I shall bear no more, inside my womb, repentance
No cross, no judgment, my freedom is my sentence

Daphne, my queen
Wasn’t thee whose blesses were given for?
The blesses are given to you