This is a call to all woman this is your cue to scream

They will feed on your silence until you exit their dream

Wake the wild within

let the child in

fire that’s always been

before original sin

Rage into the light

Freed by your believing

power in the fight

Hold onto the grieving

They are only dust

we are the conceiving,

Cut the ties

With the tell,

With this we break the spell.

For centuries we have kept quiet, kept home,

kept under the hand

boxed in by fences and checkpoints what they convinced us we planned

Their book has lost its grace

in gospel we can trace

buried out of place

her voice un-erased

Rage into the light

Freed by your believing

power in the fight

Hold onto the grieving

They are only dust

we are the conceiving,

Cut the ties

With the tell,

With this we break the spell.