Nothing really dies, it just transmutes
From one outstretched hand to another
From pointless sacrifice to holy rage
From stifling bonds to spread wings
Nothing really dies, it just alchemizes
From checked boxes to burned wishes
From cap sleeves to tattoed arms
From shame to six-inch heels and bare legs
No, nothing really dies at all
It just gets reinterpreted
Passed from mouth to ear
To be remolded again
From cap sleeves to tattoed arms
From shame to six-inch heels and bare legs SCREAM IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN