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When I woke up I was inside out
Ears ringing with a wordless shout
Of anger, pain, and fear
We took their spit, their slurs, their dirty looks
Now they're trying to cook the books
To make us disappear
I don't have the voice to tell him no
Hands up my skirt, tongue down my throat
Just get me out of here
And though it used to be a clarion call
Today I just feel so damn small
When I say I'm queer

All I have is my rage and my love
I'm scared it won't be enough

They tell you stand up or you'll be erased
Paint a lipstick bullseye on your face
And say your name with pride
But don't get cocky, don't forget
It's your fault if you end up dead
Don't look him in his eyes
So maybe you should tone it down
When normal people are around
It's better if you hide
We don't give a fuck what's in your heart
You're defined by body parts
Your gender is a lie

So we light our candles, build our shrines
Sing our hymns and draw our lines
In sharpie on the floor
We build our bodies out of sticks and strings
And all the pretty useless things
That wash up on the shore
We bite our nails and rip our skin
To let a little sunlight in
When we can't feel anymore
Then we tattoo hearts around the holes
Faded ink on weary souls
And wonder what it's for

All we have is our rage and our love
Oh god I pray that's enough

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from Who Said You Could Touch My Dog?, released May 13, 2019

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