I own one thing / it starts with me
Accepted phallus - social status imposes on everything
A pack of barking dogmas in the street
The lines they draw, nonsensical for what is sanctioned medically
Make no mistakes about it - forcing us to reproduce inequality
Weaponize biology and you will see there's no saving you
Violence begets silence, and the last task is evacuating you
Calling me names / you're such a bore / you scream and cry while others die
Say you fight for the unborn / but you cannot hide hypocrisy
Wicked men make rules for them different than for you and me
What's in these walls is not your call / if they close in, it's not a sin, but a human right
It's practical / the toll it takes on our bodies isn't free / a midway point between the violence
And compelled captivity
