Voyeurism

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