Turn Soonest To The Sea Lyrics

Song	Turn Soonest To The Sea
Artist	Protest the Hero
Album	Kezia
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	作曲 : Protest The Hero
	Do you remember how it was when you bled?
	When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept
	Because Vesta's long been sleeping
	And now you've come to accept that
	Your anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric
	More than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands
	We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings
	Our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings
	We make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong"
	Put some plastic in your tits, and you'd look better as a blonde"
	I remember when you were hopeful
	And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin
	With a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations
	You were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream
	When you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human
	You embraced with hesitation the parameters of all you can be
	Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who's not subdued
	Because dignity's not physical and your flesh means more than you
	Your flesh means more than you; your flesh means more than you
	Your flesh means more than you; your flesh means more than you
	I know we'll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
	You'll be asking for your rib and
	I'll smile and call you brave
	Maybe someday when this bloody skull has dried
	I'll know our city is in ruins
	And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
	Where underneath, a plaque will read, "
	No woman is a whore"

	zuo qu : Protest The Hero
	Do you remember how it was when you bled?
	When you loved and burned in those flames that you' ve kept
	Because Vesta' s long been sleeping
	And now you' ve come to accept that
	Your anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric
	More than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands
	We' ve made you all the peasants and we' ve made ourselves the kings
	Our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings
	We make it easy to belong which means it' s easy to be wrong"
	Put some plastic in your tits, and you' d look better as a blonde"
	I remember when you were hopeful
	And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin
	With a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations
	You were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream
	When you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human
	You embraced with hesitation the parameters of all you can be
	Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who' s not subdued
	Because dignity' s not physical and your flesh means more than you
	Your flesh means more than you your flesh means more than you
	Your flesh means more than you your flesh means more than you
	I know we' ll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
	You' ll be asking for your rib and
	I' ll smile and call you brave
	Maybe someday when this bloody skull has dried
	I' ll know our city is in ruins
	And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
	Where underneath, a plaque will read, "
	No woman is a whore"

	zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero
	Do you remember how it was when you bled?
	When you loved and burned in those flames that you' ve kept
	Because Vesta' s long been sleeping
	And now you' ve come to accept that
	Your anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric
	More than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands
	We' ve made you all the peasants and we' ve made ourselves the kings
	Our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings
	We make it easy to belong which means it' s easy to be wrong"
	Put some plastic in your tits, and you' d look better as a blonde"
	I remember when you were hopeful
	And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin
	With a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations
	You were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream
	When you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human
	You embraced with hesitation the parameters of all you can be
	Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who' s not subdued
	Because dignity' s not physical and your flesh means more than you
	Your flesh means more than you your flesh means more than you
	Your flesh means more than you your flesh means more than you
	I know we' ll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
	You' ll be asking for your rib and
	I' ll smile and call you brave
	Maybe someday when this bloody skull has dried
	I' ll know our city is in ruins
	And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
	Where underneath, a plaque will read, "
	No woman is a whore"

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