Free Her

We don’t have royalty

But we do have celebrity

We don’t have scapegoats

But they'll cram down our throats

The narrative they choose

We all have something to lose

But the stars will fall

We don’t think about at all

Their souls their bodies

We just want to know about the parties

And who’s fucking who

What if it were you

Who lost your kids while the world sat by

And gaped at you, would you let it lie?

Or would you take up self-harm

To sound your own alarm

Would you accept the prison

So that you might get to see them

On weekends and holidays

Years go by in a daze

Of the highest class slavery

No one sees the bravery

It takes to smile and stay thin and hot

And to try to find some peace with your lot

A sacrifice in plain sight

We don’t burn witches but we just might

Enjoy a delicious roast

Please let us toast

To the machines that grind us

Destroy and bind us

We are all Brittney, bitches

All potential witches

To be burned and flayed

We should be afraid

Until Brittney’s free

It could be you-or me.