MILK OF THE SIREN(MP3_160K)

[00:01.33] Drink from the leche of sirens

[00:07.17] Summon the sailors in town

[00:12.75] Strangle the fear of decidin'

[00:18.89] Which ones deservin' to drown

[00:23.13] -

[00:36.42] Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done

[00:42.01] Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned

[00:48.42] All of our sisters were killed and abused

[00:54.00] By sword-swingin' men who would always accuse

[00:59.85] The worst of a woman who fights for our right

[01:05.68] To be where we belong at the front of the line

[01:11.81] Tired of silence and bein' polite

[01:17.66] Your legs turn to shimmerin' scales in the night

[01:23.76] Drink from the leche of sirens

[01:29.61] Summon the sailors in town

[01:35.45] Strangle the fear of decidin'

[01:41.57] Which ones deservin' to drown

[01:46.36] Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

[01:52.21] Let them drown

[01:55.13] Let them drown

[01:58.05] Let them drown

[02:04.95] Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress

[02:10.81] Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess

[02:16.69] They steal the resources, destroy all the land

[02:22.53] Belittle the power of the feminine hand

[02:28.37] The milk from the rivers of every moon

[02:34.48] Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb

[02:40.34] Bury their souls in a cove by the light

[02:46.20] Celestial dip, all that ego and pride

[02:52.31] Drink from the leche of sirens

[02:58.18] Summon the sailors in town

[03:04.03] Strangle the fear of decidin'

[03:09.87] Which ones deservin' to drown

[03:14.92] Let them drown

[03:17.84] Let them drown

[03:20.76] Let them drown

[03:26.57] -

[03:28.42] Nothin' wrong with a little havoc

[03:31.88] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[03:34.79] So guillotine their heads by shoutin'

[03:37.98] "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

[03:40.37] Nothin' wrong with a little havoc

[03:43.56] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[03:46.49] So guillotine their heads by shoutin'

[03:49.67] "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

[03:52.32] Nothin' wrong with a little havoc (Drink from the leche of sirens)

[03:55.51] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[03:58.44] So guillotine their heads by shoutin' (Summon the sailors in town)

[04:01.62] "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

[04:04.02] Nothin' wrong with a little havoc (Strangle the fear of decidin')

[04:07.47] It's fun when shit hits the fan

[04:10.13] So guillotine their heads by shoutin' (Which ones deservin' to drown)

[04:13.31] "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

[04:15.45] (Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown)