First snow of Winter I'm walking hills and valleys Adore this mystical fog! This fucking mist! These cliffs are just showing off
Then the body memory kicks in I mime my whole mountains The moss that I'm made of I redeem myself
I've been wrestling my fate Do I accept this ending? Will I accept my death? Or struggle claustrophobic? Fought like a wolverine With my destiny Refuse to accept what was meant to be
Then the body memory kicks in, and I trust the unknown Unfathomable imagination Surrender to future
Oh, how to capture all this love And find a pathway for it Like threading an ocean through a needle Ribbon through a keyhole Can't fathom the grasp I can't grasp the fathom
Then the body memory kicks in My limbs and tongue take over Like the ancestors before me Show me the flow
My sexual DNA X-rays of my Kama Sutras Summons different bodies Compares spines and buttocks And back of necks
Then my body memory kicks in It simply takes over Beastiality I redeem my body
I wasn't born urban Toxic doesn't agree with me A love lured me here Into a stagnant state My myths, my customs, ridiculed Vacuum-packed molecules
Then my body memory kicks in On this Brooklyn dance floor Sweating with these rhythms Rotate this matrix
I'm trapped in legal harness Kafka-esque, farce like patriarchy Avoid it to confront it
Then the body memory kicks in My warrior awakens My turn to defend Urban didn't tame me
Then my body memory kicks in Bosoms and embraces Oral, anal entrances Enjoy the satisfaction If the other is growing
Writer/s: Björk Guðmundsdóttir
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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