Somehow I spent two hours this morning talking to myself. It doesn't make sense...I went to bed at 11, read until 12, started reading again at 2, and fell asleep at 3. But what happened between 12 and 2? That's what I don't remember. It's kind of scary. I remember writing some more stuff on my walls and mumbling random things out loud, but how could I have spent 2 straight hours doing that? This is freaking me out.

Screaming is fun.


Yeah we're ungrateful
Yeah we're ungrateful for
Holy books, religious men
Values of beauty and original sin
All this time we unwind it
I won't give up
I'm not afraid

Register go
As long as it takes
To reverse the hypocrisy
Challenge the stakes
Of safety and survival
At the heart
Of women's voices
Women's art

To walk alone on the street tonight
And fear nothing
To choose to love what we are in this life
All that matters
Don't let the crosses and dollar signs
The symbols of man unkind
I won't give up
Through all this time walk out
Out of the shadows

If we take our strength
To market to trade
For their ugly beauty

Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war

Watch us
Grow up to war, no more