Milk Of The Siren
"Engraved in our memory, the harm that was doneOur mothers, the witches they banished and burnedAll of our sisters were killed and abusedBy sword-swinging men who would always accuse
The worst of a woman who fights for our rightTo be where we belong at the front of the lineTired of silence and being politeYour legs turn to shimmering scales in the night
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Tenderness worn on the skin like a dressNurture these men, pull them out of their messThey steal the resources, destroy all the landBelittle the power of the feminine hand
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Drink from the leche of sirensSummon the sailors in townStrangle the fear of decidingWhich ones deserving to drownDon't feel bad when these fuckers all drown"
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