Downset Lyrics
Downset Lyrics
"Ritual Lyrics"
The Dance Lyrics
Someone is dancing on my grave Sending shivers down my spine. I hear a laugh, it awoke my soul The wind takes the leaves where he Wants them to go His tunes enchant our world, Our thoughts and leave us frozen In this h
Someone is dancing on my grave Sending shivers down my spine. I hear a laugh, it awoke my soul The wind takes the leaves where he Wants them to go His tunes enchant our world, Our thoughts and leave us frozen In this h
Do you know what it is like to run? Do you know what it is
like to live in fear? Because she knows what it's like to run.
Because she knows what it's like to live in fear. Rape ritual.
How can I stand in silence while you are raping my sister?
Ritual! Throw it in the wind because I ain't with that. Say,
what have we done with mother, sister, daughter, lover? Beat
them down to submission, into that corner of constant fear.
Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity, objectification
Just Kiss Me Lyrics
Just kiss me And forget all about that other stuff Kiss me Your big red lips, I think, will be enough Don't worry with your lipstick I'm gonna kiss it all away Throw away your lipstick That ain't your color, anyway
,Just kiss me And forget all about that other stuff Kiss me Your big red lips, I think, will be enough Don't worry with your lipstick I'm gonna kiss it all away Throw away your lipstick That ain't your color, anyway
pretty faces. Molded imagery damn they drop the dirty mack
demands. She's more than booty to me; bypass her sexuality.
Tradition, your sexism is what you want me to learn. Surrender
gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out
of 3, and they say my sisters are free, incarcerated by hat-
red. Propagated by sodomny, continual ritual victimizing my
sister. Physical rape is psychological murder. Ritual! Jenny!
Ho! Slut! Trick! Bitch! Buddy! Terms that burn in our
Dust Lyrics
Some of the chances we take, To make the money we make. Manufacturing disease The creature we can see I'm pleased it some other day And I've got something to say You don't need love So get under the rock Now, I
popularSome of the chances we take, To make the money we make. Manufacturing disease The creature we can see I'm pleased it some other day And I've got something to say You don't need love So get under the rock Now, I
brutality. That media camera's at you, trying to show you
what's up. Illusion magazine fantasy got you feinding to bust
a nut. Body identity suffocates in her nudity - she's dying
inside. Fashions asking won't let her be. Strip her to flesh
for apathetic male ego. You bet the set ain't down with your
wak. Rape ritual! We got to meet this hate with love. We got
to meet this hatred with love. Why do we fall for it, fuel it,
sexual violence equality? Please. So-called alte
It's About Lyrics
Always been a sucker for a broken heart Jesse won't you come back home Nothing ever turns out the way you think It's about you, it's about me It's about everybody's history It's a sad sad story and the same old song Whateve
rnative move-Always been a sucker for a broken heart Jesse won't you come back home Nothing ever turns out the way you think It's about you, it's about me It's about everybody's history It's a sad sad story and the same old song Whateve
ment statistics never confess her wounded aloneness , internal
inferno, locked away calm diminishment. Sharon Stone, you
ain't all that. Madonna, you ain't all that. Sell you shallow
shock value charade is wak. Sister, put a fist in what's
expected of you. Deny! Defy! False definition of you too;
there's no excuse for this brutality or this lack of humanity.
rape ritual. I say I throw you into the wind. I say your
traditions mean nothing to me.