Where you've been fed

Bridge:

Every year you still go back

Social pressure? Force? The lack

of confidence to soldier through your pains?

Do you return by your free will

Hoping to find something still?

The places you've been fed your soul remains

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Verse 1:

Hades doesn't own you 

Whatever that might mean

Yes people said he rules the dead

but now now they call you queen.

It's all a social construct.

The story is only true

If you choose to live out this tale.

the choice is up to you.

You linger where your soul's been fed

Verse 2:

Hades took you for a bride

that’s how the story went

the marriage rites among the gods

sure didn’t stress consent.

What tears you from the harvest

to the underworld each year

Why choose to go back down again?

My gut says it’s not fear.

You linger where your soul's been fed

Verse 3:

Each year you are stolen,

to hear your mom’s account.

Demeter versus Hades

Doesn’t ask what do you want

The first time was abduction

to death’s dread realm of black

But every year when you return

What keeps you coming back?

You linger where your soul's been fed

Verse 4:

Hades doesn't own you

Cause ownership's not real 

First we make private property 

Then to survive's to steal

Now he calls you his equal

the queen over the dead

No one can make you go back there

‘Cept voices in your head

You linger where your soul's been fed

Verse 5:

You ate the pomegranate

And so he staked his clam

Six months above six months below

And every year is the same

Once you taste what really feeds

You'll always look for more

What's lacking in the harvest

Might be found on Styx shore

You linger where your soul's been fed

Verse 6:

I'm haunted by the places

Where I've found crusts of bread

My weary feet go back to find 

if once again I'm fed

Is this where I'll sate the longing

That I must admit I feel?

Is it here perhaps where I found scraps

I'll finally eat a meal?

I linger where my soul's been fed

Bridge:

Every year you still go back

Social pressure? Force? The lack

of confidence to soldier through your pains?

Do you return by your free will

Hoping to find something still?

The places you've been fed your soul remains