Plato's Tripartite

I forgot to thank you for the blood you shed
And your obligatory contribution to the community
Are you just dense or so fuckin’ inbred
You think that all is forgiven and all is forgotten?
But forgive them of nothing, despite their impunity

Oh how the system fails you completely
When monstrous children get treated so sweetly
The violence is praised, the decision cemented
(They seem like nice kids)
Crimes go committed, but never lamented
(That doesn’t change what they did)

That’s when they lock up an innocent victim
The only thing that’s more broken than her spirit is the system
They lock up femininity, infected with the illusion that choice is free

You made your bed when you were born in your bones
So lay back, sweetheart, in a body you only sometimes own
Lay back upon cold concrete floors and rest your drunken soul
What more could a lady ask for than to be treated like a hole?

Oh how the system fails you completely
When monstrous children get treated so sweetly
Standing before you in suit and tie
Don’t they just look so nice? (so nice)
Well-practiced tears come to their eyes
“I guess their remorse will suffice.” (will suffice)

That’s when they lock up
That’s when they lock up your bones
That’s when they lock up
Femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is

Freedom is delicate, cracking under abject catastrophe
Stronger than his prison bars are the bars around her memory

It’s irrelevant, her relation to me
No one is innocent if they go free
No one is innocent if they go free
When we hand raise the beast, and the beast runs wild
We must speak of our own involvement in the rape of a child

It’s irrelevant, her relation to me
No one is innocent if they go free
No one is innocent if they go free
That’s when they lock up
That’s when they lock up your bones
That’s when they lock up
Femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is