Battle Wombs from Incantations/Exorcism by Hagseed

It’s my autonomy, there’s no apologies
Your words are wasted, here’s why
No I’m not here for you, Can’t use me as you choose
Not your decision, it’s mine

Oh holy incubator, Should I be grateful?
Self-righteous judgement from the hordes of screaming faithful
And fuck yeah, you’re pretty confident
When you know, you face no consequence

My body’s not a battle ground
My body’s not a battle ground

It’s my autonomy, it’s no apologies
Don’t need you wasting my time
This isn’t win or lose, I don’t answer to you
It’s not your body, it’s mine

Oh holy incubator, Should I be grateful?
Strangers don’t give a shit if you're ready, willing or able
And fuck yeah, you love to condescend
Coz you want, you want control again

My body’s not a battle ground
My body’s not a battle ground

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