Gender War from Spite Machine by Flower Crown Me A Queen

E, C, A, C

I can finally feel my hair drop below my shoulders
And I can feel the stares of strangers on the street
I can finally hold my chest in my hands
But I can’t hold the respect of my family

The writing on the wall’s too fucking loud
You either die or you try getting out
They told me that I can’t live in spite forever
Fucking watch me, fucking whatever

You say I’ll never be a pretty girl
Well what the fuck makes you think I want to be?
I don’t want to exist in a world that treats me like a specimen, a figure of study

Take a fucking look, take it in, take a fucking sip
I taste like liberation, melted shackles, gender war
Abomination, exultation, and a failure to disclose
What the fuck does it matter if you’re ready to explode

I want the best for my friends
And if that means killing you, then buddy I’m all in
You shouldn’t expect a predictable mess
I’ve been aching for freedom, a tangible jest

The joke’s that you’re serious, you and your coin
With only two sides what the fuck is the point
You box yourselves in then complain you can’t breathe
If it’s chaos you want, then that’s what you’ll receive

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