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the anatomy of a female scream - te/mo lyrics

[intro]
“she was the most beautiful girl
a real doll, a smash hit, i’m telling you
she was a perfect ten out of ten
my buddy jeff would have loved her
she had thighs and legs for days
curves that could bite
beautiful br**sts, really beautiful
she had the best manners in the world
it was almost like she wasn’t even in the room sometimes”

[verse 1]
“you’re my dream girl” is his reply when i ask him if he loves me
what an interеsting way to share he thinks he’s abovе me
because dreams do not hunger, no independent ambitions
he’ll put the revere in reverie, long as it’s a reflection
’cause we women are antennae for the whole d*mn world
they run all their beliefs through the mind of a girl
“you’re not cute, or smart, or funny, you’ve got too many feelings”
’til her mind turns to static and she starts to believe it

to be a perfect girl’s the deepest trap i know
it’s a pit you can’t crawl out of, so you make it your home
and they’ll lower down slop in a bucket of rust
and say “girl, watch your figure * but eat if you must”
until sustenance is no longer what your body craves
just wanna hear ’em say you’re pretty down there in your grave
so he says, “ooh, you do look pretty with your dress so small”
i say, “pretty like a queen?”
he laughs, “pretty like a doll”
and so i fold my hands, say nothing to complete the look
and his kiss from then on felt like getting speared with a hook
’cause when you’re gasping for water, you’ll agree to be bait
you’ll let him swallow you whole, still end up on a plate
and when they gut him, you’ll spill out in chunks
just somebody’s daughter
then be thrown back out to sea to be chum in the water
’cause the woman’s a wolf, but the boy wants a dog
and his love is a leash that he’ll keep her on
and his trauma’s a whip that he wields when she fights
and the training’s so mindless, she forgot that she bites

to be a perfect girl’s surrendering your wild control
feed her scr*ps off the table and she’ll think that she’s full
so you’ll offer it less, and yet she’ll have no proof
’cause settling and taming live under the same godd*mn roof

most of my roles involve me cutting off pieces
my heart served on a slab like artis*n*l cheeses
and while most will only pick at me, mere bites of my life
men take fistfuls so jagged, don’t bother with the knife
they’ll all laugh together about how i’m a s*xual being
even when i head the table and i’m leading the meeting
’cause the heartbeat of misogyny is “take, take, take”
from the boys next door to the heads of state
and i wanna be strong, but my only motivations
are to look good to the strangers i might pass on vacation
or else to hold my own against a loaded gun
being hunted sure makes women want to know how to run
meanwhile, men online beg me to choke them out with my knees
to them, a brush with being murdered is a novelty
as i’m riding, they’ll instinctually grab for my throat
s*x and death are bound for women, it’s god’s perfect joke
they have managed to convince us we all came from their ribs
the divine feminine gagged and bound in the bas*m*nt
now, they’ve bent us over prostrate, forced us to our knees
as if once we couldn’t swallow fruit, knowledge, and tree
this has been our plight since “let there be light”
god made woman when his first one didn’t turn out right
and poor adam’s daddy issues, well, he just couldn’t take it
spent the rest of his life making poor eve pay for it

now, the same boy who remembered that i love the fall
is the one who missed my head, but punched a hole in the wall
yes, he might make you laugh, but this distinction is vital
is he kind because you’re human or ’cause he feels entitled?
if he thinks he’s owed the world, he might start with my lungs
turn my t**th into rings and my ribs into rungs
but at least my skin is white and i pass for straight
while her missing poster’s worn and torn in half on the gate
but she was born on stolen lands, america’s dirty secret
and they’d rather have her dead to still pretend they can keep it

i’ve tried to undergo the process of decentralization
but it’s hard when white misogyny’s the blood of our nation
it’s a hydra, try to k!ll it, it just grows back in spades
this time hissing of unwillingness to send gaza aid
is there any hope? it’s hard to tell, but listen in close
not to how they speak of us, but how they talk about ghosts
if a body*less girl has any worth in his eyes
or if he’d rather have a corpse to push into from behind

- temo lyrics

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