A War Not a Debate

We've been fighting this forever, and we're done with the debate
You try to bind our bodies, but now it's far too late
The witches that you burned are rising from the pyre
And we bring the gasoline—and we're lighting up the fire

You legislate my body like you own it from the start
Claim it's about life, but you seem to lack a heart
How many kids will die before you see the lie?
You protect the rapist's rights, but ignore the mother's cry
You ban my body choices, take away my freedoms, RED!!!
While another girl is screaming, and another sister's dead
We're not the ones who should be frightened by the darkness of our fate
A little sip of nightshade, and we'll have you on our plate

This isn't politics—it's our fucking survival
We're all arming ourselves for the next women's revival
You think you're safe with guns and laws and silly little prayers
But we've got a women army, and we're ready everywhere

We've been fighting this forever, and we're done with the debate
You try to bind our bodies, but now it's far too late
The witches that you burned are rising from the pyre
And we bring the gasoline—and we're lighting up the fire

You talk about the sanctity of life, but that's just a nasty joke
A fetus with a heartbeat vs girl her dad just broke
You're forcing her to carry, while you're feeling oh so free
You hold the chains of power but ignore our final plea
It isn't just your daughters, cis or trans or non-binary
Anyone with a womb, or a good heart sees you as scary
You say it's about God, but it's all about control
We're ripping off the leash—you won't ever own our soul

We're done being polite, done trying asking nice
You draw the line in blood, now we'll have to raise the price
My body ain't your playground, this never was your stage
It's a battle for our lives now, and we're all seething with rage
You can take away the clinics, the pills, even the vote
But we're itching for a strike—we're already at your throat

We've been fighting this forever, and we're done with the debate
You try to bind our bodies, but now it's far too late
The witches that you burned are rising from the pyre
And we bring the gasoline—and we're lighting up the fire

So start screaming at the sky, pray for your forsaken fate
We don't think you're gonna make it and your clock is ticking late
You brought this war to us, and now you've opened up the gates
If required you'll go in the ground so we decide our fate
(Instrumental Break)
So start screaming at the sky, pray for your forsaken fate
We don't think you're gonna make it and your clock is ticking late
You brought this war to us, and now you've opened up the gates
If required you'll go in the ground so we decide our fate
You brought this war to us and now you've opened up the gates
If required you'll go in the ground so we decide our fate