Lady of Clay

My lady of clay why the world breaks you
Makes you their subject of enjoyment
Can't you tell them anything
Protest against them for your dignity

The world is made of clay
You are a part of it
Can't you banished them
Take them towards their ill fate

You are modified, transformed
Shaped for their erotic pleasure
Can't you take up arms
And fight them for your illtreatment

How much you will suffer
How many times you will get tarnished
Come on, speak up my lady
Show them where they belong
Bring out the fighter within you
Bring out the anger
Perish them with that clay
That made them thrive on life

Best wishes my lady
One day they will worship the clay
That made you
Good luck my lady of clay