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- Please read: https://alannaboudreau.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/why-i-wrote-a-song-about-porn/

Written by Alanna Boudreau

My mother raised me to be a lover of the truth
she said "Don't ever compromise it.
Even if lying might be easier to do -
it's a hell-hole of disguises."

All the true heroes know when to run,
lowered eyes and faithful footsteps
All the true heroes are martyred for love
the greatest conqueror conquers himself

Ref. It's better to be dismantled by love
that's as pure as running water
than be soothed by a fire built on sterile desire
you look so as to slaughter.

Lust is a coward, a liar, a beast
and it waits between the pages
Poisoning hearts with sated duplicity
starving souls within its cages

I ask you brothers, I ask you men
for the love of all that's holy
Release the stallion trapped in its pen
regain a thirst for who you should be

Ref. It's better to be dismantled by love
that's as pure as running water
Than be soothed by a fire built on sterile desires
You look so as to slaughter.
You look so as to slaughter.

O precious child, O tiny kid
Startled at a third grade party
You can't forget the images that sped
'cross the screen, you're no longer free

Well all you who listen, woman or man,
You're not defined by what's been stolen
And there is no limit to the creamy, sweet land
There's no bondage[that] can't be broken

Ref.