Lyrics: brianna moore
Music: brianna moore
Our uteruses on displayPreserved and stuffed full of hayShes a witch dont let her speakThis body isnt for the weakYou touch and play yet never stayWomen are the animals the betrayedNo longer protected they divide usThey dont want any more like usHe has the hands of a butcherCarving my body like its meatHe says you can see but you cant touch herYet Im passed off like a prize to eatAh ah ahh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahHe has the hands of a butcherSlaying people that disagreeHe says you can see but you cant touch herIs this what it means to be feminineBurn and eat the Butcher saysKeep your hands around their necksInsufferable are they words he saidIts what they want Theyre better off deadThe witches and queers stood up and saidFight back and take off his damn headOur uteruses are on display for the ButcherBurn and eat the Butcher saysKeep your hands around their necksInsufferable are they words he saidIts what they want Theyre better off deadThe witches and queers stood up and saidFight back and take off his damn headBurn and eat the Butcher saysKeep your hands around their necksInsufferable are they words he saidIts what they want Theyre better off deadThe witches and queers stood up and saidFight back and take off his damn head