Voyeurism - Cursed Earth

Sold to all, outside control

Endlessly, tear at my soul

Crucified, objectified

Can’t escape, the walls have eyes

Mangled, blood fills my chest

Hanging on my final breath

Whispers, shouting, turning heads

Witness to my public death

Falling, reaching hell

Dragging me down

Spectators tear me apart

And hand me around

Disrespected till my death

No love, only fear to sell

Bear witness, nothing but a spectacle

Fuck you all

Moral weakness (voyeaurism)

Nothing