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Abort the System

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
But they treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
The woman makes a baby and feeds him 'til he’s grown
And those who feed on fresh young blood, will break his spirit down

They fill his brains with poison and teach him left and right
And how to hate his brother and teach him black and white
The woman makes a baby and bears a big strong son
And those who feed on fresh young blood, would kill him with a gun

They subjugate his senses and mystify his mind
He forgets where he has come from, he’s deaf and dumb and blind
They cage him in a factory and bind down his desire
And milk his body of his strength, to stoke another fire

Then they turn him loose in the bullring, to fight with tooth and claw
And they kick his balls for punishment if he questions what it’s for
They tell him he’s got freedom as he struggles with a leash
And they fill his mouth with violence, and tell him it’s free speech

The pay-off is the power as he crawls his way above
Over those who fall behind him, over those who need his love
Over those who feed his body, over those who ease his pain
Over those who bear his children, over those who lose the game

And he who was a baby, but now is big and grown
Would crush his lover’s body, and break her spirit down
And cage her in a kitchen and bind her body down
And he who feeds on mother’s blood, will keep her for his own

The woman makes a baby, a daughter strong and straight
And those who feed on fresh young blood can hardly bear to wait
They teach she’s a vessel, for him to enter in
And those whose pleasure she may feed, will tell her she is a sin

They cripple her with corsets and things that make her weak
And crucify her insteps and smear paint upon her cheek
Then they turn her loose in the marketplace, to buy and to be sold
She is the empty vessel, for promises of gold

They buy her for a nursery where a baby will be grown
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
They cage her in a doll’s house and bind down her desire
And cheat her like a spirit of its strength, to stoke another fire

And if she talks of freedom and how it all began
Those who know, will tell her that, she should have been a man
So they deny her body and they deny her mind
She forgets where she has come from, she’s deaf and dumb and blind

They pay-off is protection and shelter from the cold
And she is lost to the factory for promises of gold
But she that can make a baby, is a woman that’s full grown
And she will take her body back, with a mind that is her own

She will not feed the factory that makes the cage and gun
She will not take her spirit back with a mind that is her own
She will not make a baby and feed it with her own life
A woman’s body is her own, abortion is her right

 

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