"Virgin"

Holding me telling me what to think
Sadistic disrespect still haunts me
Hundreds of thousands of smirks and sneers
Silently whispering in my ears:
"when the bough breaks 
the cradle will fall
down will come baby
cradle and all"

Unjustly justified to these ends
Primitive tendencies formed this norm
Archaic reasoning is your creed
Fostering your ego, I must bleed
Fate has so fatally mapped these lands 
Pounding and echoing through this cave
Cannibals sounding their drums of war
Needlepoint incisions pierce my eyes
Sinister reflection will kill me

I'm no child anymore.
But I've lost (since we keep score).
Oh, what an interesting game we play:
They who rule choose the rules,
And those who lose never choose.