Redemption in Rage

She keeps souls in a skull on her neck,

At her throat, it's the loveliest necklace...

A gift from the Darkness, she's marked as his;

He likes his girls crazy and reckless.

The Darkness appeared and lifted her up;

She'd been left, broke and bloody again.

He dusted her off, tended her wounds,

He asked if she was ready to win.

She considered the years she'd lived in fear,

She recalled the beatings she'd taken.

And this silly bitch, shaking with terror

Felt the stirrings of Fury awaken.

She thought of the ones who failed her most,

Of course, she first thought of her mother.

Who had plenty of love for her plenty of pills,

But no love for her or her brothers.

She thought of her dad, and his old ideals.

She thought of his quick, heavy hand.

She remembers the tempers of men she'd once loved,

If she failed to follow every command.

She thought of ones who protect and serve;

Do gooders who do good lip service.

She thought of those who abuse their power;

It's no wonder that cops make her nervous.

She cried to the Darkness, "What can I do?"

She's been beaten down for so long.

His icicle smile lights up the night...

"My dear, you can right some wrongs!"

"I'm helpless, hopeless, I can't do a thing!"

She believes herself stupid and weak...

The Darkness places one hand on her throat,

The other hand caresses her cheek.

The Darkness holds a skull on a chain.

"This necklace will lead your revenge;

Your enemies souls - you'll trap in the skull,"

She smiles, she's got a lot to avenge.

So she wears that skull around her throat,

And she sets off to seek retribution.

She takes back her power one soul at a time,

She's the leader of her own Revolution.

Indebted to the Darkness, she is now his,

She's diving headlong to her damnation.

There's redemption in rage, she has been saved.

In vengeance, she finds the sweetest salvation.