Panopticon - Client lyrics

Sobbingly confess of a dark
Figure in the doorway
A voice she had known for so long
Across from her at the dinner table
Not only would she share
This trauma with him
She also shared a birthright and a namesake
Loss of innocence and dignity tell no one

The tears you cry won't empty
The seed from your womb
The tears you cry won't make
Your menstrual blood flow
Sob for your loss: The wolves
Will drink your tears
Your misfortune will become their fortune

Welcome to a home you aren't allowed to leave
Herded like cattle into walls of concrete
Sterile like your raped womb
Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds
Your insurance pays for it all
A ghost of a world you could have known
Surrounded by drugged rage
You will face this horror alone