MILK OF THE SIRENS

[00:01.48] Drink from the leche of sirens

[00:06.79] Summon the sailors in town

[00:12.90] Strangle the fear of deciding

[00:18.74] Which one's deserving to drown

[00:36.56] Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done

[00:42.14] Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned

[00:48.26] All of our sisters were killed and abused

[00:54.10] By sword-swinging men who would always accuse

[00:59.97] The worst of a woman who fights for our right

[01:05.81] To be where we belong at the front of the line

[01:11.92] Tired of silence and being polite

[01:17.76] Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night

[01:22.03] Drink from the leche of sirens

[01:29.48] Summon the sailors in town

[01:35.33] Strangle the fear of deciding

[01:41.43] Which ones deserving to drown

[01:46.48] Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

[01:52.34] Let them drown

[01:55.01] Let them drown

[01:57.93] Let them drown

[02:05.13] Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress

[02:10.72] Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess

[02:16.84] They steal the resources, destroy all the land

[02:22.71] Belittle the power of the feminine hand

[02:28.29] The milk from the rivers of every moon

[02:34.67] Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb

[02:40.51] Bury their souls in a cove by the light

[02:46.37] Celestial dip all that ego and pride

[02:52.21] Drink from the leche of sirens

[02:57.79] Summon the sailors in town

[03:03.90] Strangle the fear of deciding

[03:10.02] Which ones deserving to drown

[03:15.34] Let them drown

[03:17.72] Let them drown

[03:20.65] Let them drown

[03:27.30] Nothing wrong with a little havoc

[03:31.81] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[03:34.73] So guillotine their heads by shouting

[03:37.92] Cut 'em off, leave waters red

[03:40.58] Nothing wrong with a little havoc

[03:43.77] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[03:46.43] So guillotine their heads by shouting

[03:49.62] Cut 'em off, leave water's red

[03:52.28] Nothing wrong with a little havoc (drink from the leche of sirens)

[03:55.46] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[03:58.12] So guillotine their heads by shouting (summon the sailors in town)

[04:01.31] Cut 'em off, leave water's red

[04:03.97] Nothing wrong with a little havoc (strangle the fear of deciding)

[04:07.15] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[04:10.07] So guillotine their heads by shouting (which ones deserving to drown)

[04:13.28] Cut 'em off, leave water's red

[04:15.93] (Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown)