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FUCK YOUDo you remember how it was when you bled? When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept Because Vesta's long been sleeping Now you've come to accept that anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric And it defines more than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bandsWe've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings Our queens are still subordinate as an angel {without wings} But we make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong "Put some plastic in your tits, you'd look better as a blonde"I remember when you were hopeful never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin With a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations When you were young and a modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dreamSo when you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human You embraced with hesitation the very parameters of all you can be Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister that's not subdued Because dignity is not physical and your flesh means more than youYour flesh means more than you; your flesh means more than you Your flesh means more than... and I know.... Know we'll all wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and I'll call you brave Maybe someday when, when this bloody skull has dried {I'll} know our city is in ruins When our greatest source of pride {is} a monument of dicks and ribs and the gender crown we wore Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read, "No woman is a whore"