The old matches
Struck against her cheek
Only a few more boxes
Ready for war
Amazing what she can do
Because she has no choice
Thought she was broken
She is the rising voice
Bearing arms
Quickening the rise
Up against the wall
Up against the rocking hard place
Hung her cage up
Around the dogs
Save her heart for fuel
Sparing them the rod
Sharp to slanted sticks
Clearing the debris from
Soldiers that never asked to fight
Soldiers that never asked to fight.
Maul you its her fault
Bite you its her fault
Spare the rod
Spoil the dog
Spare the rod
Spoil the dog
Spoil the rod
Spare the dog
Most innocent of occasion
Dripping licks of hunger
The floor returns nothing but spoils
Nothing but spoilt surprise
The convicts rise
Beyond their station
The fury of fear
Unleashed on the tyrant
Now you respect her
Respect the beast in fear
Branded in furious terror
The monster lives here
Maul you its her fault
Bite you its her fault
Spare the rod
Spoil the dog
Spare the rod
Spoil the dog
Spoil the rod
Spare the dog
She is the rising voice
You are the shrinking tyrant
Your soul charge
Destroyed a soul.