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Melanie Martinez

Sirens

 

Sirens


Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which one's deserving to drown

Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done
Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
All of our sisters were killed and abused
By sword-swinging man who would always accuse

The worst of a woman who fights for our rights
To be where we belong at the front of the line
Tired of silence and being polite
Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night

Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which one's deserving to drown

Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress
Nurture these man, pull them out of their mess
They steal the resources, destroyed all the land
Belittle the power of the feminine hand

The milk from the rivers of every moon
Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb
Bury their souls in the coven of light
Celestial dip all that ego and pride

Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which one's deserving to drown

Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
"Cut 'em off," the water's red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
"Cut 'em off," the water's red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc (Drink from the leche of sirens)
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting (Summon the sailors in town)
"Cut 'em off," the water's red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc (Strangle the fear of deciding)
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting (Which one's deserving to drown)
"Cut 'em off," the water's red
Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

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