When the maiden fucked the whore
Took the old crone's name in vain
Said oh my god, what insidious scenes
But repression and shame
My body is no temple, not the site for your exchange
Send us back to the money lenders, well out of range
I am not polished marble built to the portions of man
You wear at my walls all that you want,
I'll never be your maiden
Not your body, not your land
We can see right through you and your [?]
Not your body, not your land
We can see right through you and your [?]
Oh white women, the chart of sin
And chained by the reins,
Handed by high-tech businessmen
For part-relation gain
Bodies of color, all bent broken and bent
We'll be battered to a keyhole, wrecked and killed and spent,
Economic sanctions for sterilization
We'll keep the population to amenable minimal
Not your body, not your land
We can see right through you and your [?]
Not your body, not your land
We can see right through you and your [?]
As the people sow the land, the capillary comes down
To undermine or torment me
Forces seen into the ground
But they can see right through you
And your endless [?]
They expire in the fight
Your body, not your land
Not your body, not your land
We can see right through you and your [?]
Not your body, not your land
We can see right through you and your [?]
Don't try to inscribe your social mores on me
I don't subscribe to your beliefs
I don't believe in your piety
Don't try to inscribe your social mores on me
I don't subscribe to your beliefs
I don't believe in your piety