Turn Soonest to the Sea

  • Do you remember how it was when you bled?
    When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept
    Because Vesta's long been sleeping
    And now you've come to accept
    That your anatomy defines more than a few
    Of the gaping holes in our social fabric and it defines
    More than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted in, melted in, melted into wedding bands

    We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings
    Our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings
    We make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong
    "Put some plastic in your tits, and you'd look better as a blonde"

    I remember when you were hopeful
    And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin with a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations,
    Labels and expectations when you were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream

    So when you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human
    You embraced with hesitation the very parameters of all you can be
    Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who's not subdued
    Because dignity's not physical and your flesh means more than you
    Your flesh means more than you;
    Your flesh means more than you;
    Your flesh means more than

    I know we'll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
    You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and call you brave
    Maybe someday when - when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins when the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
    Where underneath, a plaque will read,
    A plaque will read: "No woman is a whore"

    Maybe someday when - when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins when the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
    Where underneath, a plaque will read,
    A plaque will read Writer/s: ARIF MIRABODLBAGHI, LUCAS HOSKIN, MORGAN CARLSON, RODY WALKER, TIM MILLAR
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Josh from Thornhill, OnI think the references to ribs is the fact that Eve was supposedly crafted from Adam's ribs
  • Alex from Beech Grove, InI think this song combinds the fact that young women that have sex is considered a whore by society but also the fact that death may succumb to those that are indeed whores.
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