The Raveness Lavinia The Conqueror lyrics

Now have I got a tale to tell with bell, book and candle,
Faustus dear has been banished to hell and believe me it's
non-fictional of what they'd done, I will tell them all like a
huntress seeking to rend off a tail.
So run rabbit run, here comes Lavinia with a gun.

People allow me to alight upon a boy's doubledealing,
the brawl of an ill minded Don Juan.
I was a rock worn down by disintegration with bat's in the
belfry of his degradation. Doped, un-draped, conquered and
raped! A marionette whose strings he did amputate but I'm
no Antoinette this head sits well on its plate.

Like a whore in church perspiring her unholy sins. I have
him leashed now by every last string. Remember Titus
Andronicus? Well, I stand a proud Lavinia smirking
victorious for now I'm a conqueror, despite falling to the
hands of my father.

And who is the boy? Tamara's son in a pie prepared for his
mother! Lothario Lucifer did forget to cut out my tongue,
and that was where the sweet aggressor went terribly
wrong. For I've mutilated him with the lines of this banquet
song. A bloody play of revenge for the tragedy weighs on in
my heart I swear I'll feast upon all his insides with a
victim's inquisition see this cannibal arise.

Violators, they try to hush us and we do live on as sufferers
but I'm no Ophelia as aforesaid I am amply named Lavinia.
Forget I shall not and drown as she did I would not. Hey
hey-nonny-no! Deflowered and despoiled I am not, watch
me grow!


Since the unlawful compelling of myself by his hand, I've
engaged in many a physical encounter, the lies of another
abuser and his friends like a cancer.
Now tall as the coast redwood I stand mirthfully peering
down on the forsaken little weed that is he, a bent-over
willow and newlywed husband to a whopping whale of a
man in a cell so grand. Tell me preposterous meagre fool did
it turn out as you planned?

Dear gentleman and ladies, I address both sexes, for all can
be victims. These transgressors turned transgender in
prisons. These vulgar rodents see us as subjects to their
animalistic desired experiments. But we are not guinea pigs,
for them to train and shame, I say fight fire with fire, let's
see them named. The best revenge is to not dwell and live
happy, we're not mere scraps, be unashamed.

Blameworthy are we not nor are we deprived unlike those
found at fault with no nook or cranny to hide. I realised this
and in my unsettled mind, I did turn back the clocks on
every stroke of their pride.

So my sweet loved addressed be gone with the tide and be
as I am the mortician to the deadbeats without a heartbeat,
whose grave I have raved upon, glow sticks and all. To
every dying rhythm of that drum I've had a ball. Flow with
no more the sea of sorrows for the wretched hath died. Hop
on your gallant steed and into beatitude ride.