Kneel to the Songstress

You want to exchange me for something I'm not,
You destroyed my being, and left me to rot.
It's what's inside of me that makes you sick.
Becoming human with needles pushed into the quick.

Slapping and pushing, like I am your w***e,
Begging and demanding for me to give more.
Yet, I have nothing left to give, not even my soul,
I've given my life, even played a different role.

This is what you've wanted, you asked far too much,
Bleeding and thrashing just for your touch.
I can't blind you from what you're already seeing.
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.