"Stand up," you say
"You'll use this someday"
But that day never comes for T. Gray
They called her whore, and
you heard all of this
Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
You mourn her now, and
you cry for her death
But she's not coming back so don't hold your breath
You are murders
All of you
So how 'bout you speak up, dont murder us too.