Turn Soonest to the Sea

[Verse 1]

Do you remember

How it was when you bled

When you loved and burned

In those flames that you kept

Because Vesta's long been sleeping

Now you've come to accept

That anatomy defines more than a few

Of the gaping holes in our social fabric

And it defines more than a few

One-night stands

And I mention more than a few

Prison bars melted into (melted into)

Melted in, melted in

Melted into wedding bands

[Verse 2]

We've made you all the peasants

And we've made ourselves the kings

Our queens

Are still subordinate as an angel (without wings)

But we make it easy to belong

Which means it's easy to be wrong

"Put some plastic in your tits

You'd look better as a blonde"

[Verse 3]

I remember when you were hopeful

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 a modern seventeen

In vogue (and vague)

Pursuit (of a)

Cosmopolitan dream

[Bridge]

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 that's not subdued

Because dignity is 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

[Verse 4]

And I know

Know we'll all 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 I'll call you brave

Maybe someday

Maybe someday, when

When this bloody skull has dried

Know our city is in ruins

When our greatest source of pride

A monument of dicks and ribs

And the gender crown we wore

Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read

"No woman. No woman. No woman

No woman is a whore"

[Outro]

Maybe someday, when

When this bloody skull has dried

Know our city is in ruins

When our greatest source of pride

A monument of dicks and ribs

And the gender crown we wore

Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read

Maybe someday

Maybe someday, when

When this bloody skull has dried

Know our city is in ruins

When our greatest source of pride

A monument of dicks and ribs

And the gender crown we wore

Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read

("Ready, Aim")