A field, filled with ashes of gold. This grime on our hands is untold. We shouldn't let a body be sold; like a product to consume to behold.
She suffocates beneath the weight. She wants to run, but it's too late. (She's tried to run, she's tried to hate); Her owner won't let her escape.
They say that ignorance is bliss, avert your eyes from this business. Their scream is muffled by our own hands, a persona billed as risqué and provocative.
You call them prostitutes and chuckle, but would you try on their shoes or their struggles? Would you walk a thousand miles in bondage? -Would you try to flee if promised carnage?
From the heart to the eyes to the soul; I was wrong, you were wrong, (we were wrong.)
From the first to the last to the middle; I was wrong, you were wrong, (we were wrong)
released April 21, 2015
Produced/ mixed by: Chad Wahlbrink & Isaac Karns
Mastered by: Joe LaPorta
Violin: Jeffrey Niemeier
Produced/ Written/ Performed by: FILMLOOM
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