Paroles de The Witch Cunt

This woman is Athena, this woman is Medusa No longer the vehicle of her male counterpart, she is armed and militant Yet in no way a reflection of the stolid directness The frank simplicity, the violent impotence of the masculine savage Compulsion recast as understanding, constraint recast as protection This woman is Goldman, this woman is Constantine Water poured over thick black lines Stay here, breathe here One shape is no shape A mist to obscure the lines you've drawn Stay here, breathe here Flow out Moist breath on hot tissue Flow out Breathe here, flow out