Walking this strict, straight line
Sure, I’m scared,
To touch on the divine,
To lay this pain beside.
It’s patterned into my mind
But I’ve strayed,
I’ve strayed too many times,
To set the thing aside

And I want to lay,
To lay this pain on backwards!
I want to twist it over,
I want to see it reversed.
I want to portray
Woman more than the betrayal
The blood beneath the nails…
The iron before the male

For if the myth
Is made by man
Then it’s the man
Who picks the knife.
If it’s the god
Whose gaze does graze
Then it’s the girl...
Who takes his eyes.

Walking this strict, straight line
Sure, I’m scared,
To touch on the divine,
To lay this pain beside…
The punishment set aside
For figure fair,
For hair that caught the light,
Both kept and left behind,
The horn, the stone, the knife,
The deathbed for the wife

(don't look down) And I want to lay,
(on me now) To lay this pain on backwards! [i won't be left behind,]
(i won't be cowed) I want to twist it over,
(i won't be crowned.) I want to see it reversed [i have the horn, the knife, myself, this time.]
(don't look down.) I want to stand
(at me now) On the wreck of desecration! [and if this ruin's MINE]
(i won't be cowed) I want to desecrate him
(i won't be crowned.) I’ll be the wife of ruin [see, keep it in a sheath, not in]
[my side.]

Cause it’s the myth
(if he reaches out...) That makes the man…
But I’m afraid
(i have no doubt.) Of no man’s knife
And god forbid
(oh, don't look down...) He’s heaven-sent
Cause if he is…
I’ll take his eyes.

Oh, god forbid

He’s heaven-sent

Cause if he is…

I’ll take his life.

⦿