Cursive Eve - I:Scintilla

You were born wrapped in the pages

The words bind your mind and body

A false comfort of thin paper

You’re claimed as unclean property

They say you need guilt to be good

Your brothers all remain blameless

Heart of snares and nets, hands as bands

Classified as a nameless mass

Don’t look down on me

I don’t look up

Kneel

Hear you’re not scared to die

Beg

Those dogs will lick and drink you dry

Kneel

Eat the pretty cursive lie

Beg

And you will not be scared to die

They say «In you lives an Eve» and

«Thy desire rules over thee»

«Thou shall not let witches live»

The fiction binds your mind and body

Give you away to male angels

The leaders all remain shameless

Wash away rains' ancient marking

Please beg yourself for forgiveness

Must thy sorrow multiply

Thy conception in sorrow

Thou shall live in the silence

With all subjection

He may hear false answers

He lets the voices in

Must thy sorrow follow

Visions in his head