The Raveness - Lavinia The Conqueror Lyrics
Now have I got a tale to tell!With bell, book and Candle, Faustus dear you’re banished to hell.Believe me, it's non-fictional, of what you have done, I’ve told them all!A huntress seeking to rend off your tail,So run rabbit run! Run Rabbit! Run, Run, Run!Here comes Lavinia with a gun, gun, gun!People allow me to alight upon; this boy's double dealing;The brawl of an ill minded Don Juan.I was a rock worn down by disintegration.With bat's in the belfry of his degradation.You doped, undraped, conquered and raped!A marionette whose strings you did amputate,But I'm no Antoinette this head sits well on its plate.One termination later and stitch after stitch,Time to imperil your freedom sorry son of a *****!Like a whore in church perspiring her unholy sins.I have you leashed now by every last string.Remember Titus Andronicus?Well I stand as Lavinia, Smirking Victorious for now I'm your conqueror!You, Tamora's son in a pie prepared for your mother.Alas! Lothario Lucifer, You forgot to cut out my tongue,That sweet aggressor was where you went wrong!For I've mutilated you with the lines of this banquet song.A bloody play of revenge for the tragedy weighs on, on in my heart,I swear I'll feast upon all your insides.With a victim’s inquisition, see this cannibal rise!You violators try to hush us!And we do live on as sufferers!But I'm no Ophelia, as aforesaid I stand as Lavinia,Forget I shall not! Drown as she did I will not!Deflowered and despoiled I am not!Through the prospects of prosperous cupids fine shot!I live on, in love with a man of lion heart and honest eyes,And through him, my strength never withers nor dies!Since the unlawful compelling of myself by your hand,I've engaged in many a physical encounter, Such as lies of another abuser,His friends and of cancer:-Yet still next to my love, Tall as the coast redwood I stand.Mirthfully peering down on the forsaken little weed that is you,A bent-over willow and newlywed husband:-To a whopping whale of a man in a cell so grand!Tell me preposterous meagre fool did it turn out as you planned?Dear nectarous gentleman and ladies,I address both sexes, for all can be victims!These transgressor turned transgender in prisons.These Vulgar rodent's see us as Cavia Porcellus,Subject's to their animalistic desired experiments.But we are not Guinea Pigs, for them to train and shame,I say 'Fight fire with fire', Let them be named.We’re not mere scraps but survivors, be unashamed.Blameworthy are we not nor are we deprived,Unlike those found at fault with no nook or cranny to hide.Amour Propre;Through another I lost it that day!But as aforesaid they've no place to hide,I realised this and in my unsettled mind,Did turn back the clocks, on every stroke of his pride.So my sweet loved addressed - be gone with the tide,Be as I am the mortician to a dead beat without a heartbeat,Whose grave I did rave upon, Glow sticks and all!To every dying rhythm of that drum I had a ball –Flow with no more the sea of sorrows for the wretched hath died.Hop on your gallant steed and into beatitude ride!
