Descent of Feminine to Feminism II

Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA ***Ancestors are watshing*** [**Verse 1**] A banner once bold, now fraying at seams, Lost in the echoes of unchallenged dreams. A voice that once thundered, now shrill in its tone, Drowning dissent ‘til it stands all alone. Climbing too high on a scaffold of rage, Forgetting the ink that first set the stage. Burning the bridges that carried its name, Lost in the fever, then swallowed by flame. [**Pre-Chorus**] Feminism became a beast untamed, Devouring all in its own name. Those who dare to rock that boat Are left to drift, to sink, to float. A movement high, then past its prime, Crossed the lines, ignored the signs. Like a serpent’s skin, it fades away— Once gleaming bright, now worn, decayed. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [**Verse 2**] Movements that last learn to bend in the wind, Not snap at the weight of the truths left within. But power untethered from purpose and grace Becomes just a mask with a vacant embrace. To thrive, not to wither—to fight, not to choke, To sharpen, not dull, under weight of its yoke. The ones that endure leave the dogma behind, Keep roots in the soil, but reach past the blind. [**Pre-Chorus**] Any movement, once ablaze, Consumes itself in fervent haze. What starts as light to break the dark Becomes the fire that leaves its mark. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [echo raw overlapping voices] Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA ***Ancestors are watshing*** Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [**Verse 1**] A banner once bold, now fraying at seams, Lost in the echoes of unchallenged dreams. A voice that once thundered, now shrill in its tone, Drowning dissent ‘til it stands all alone. Climbing too high on a scaffold of rage, Forgetting the ink that first set the stage. Burning the bridges that carried its name, Lost in the fever, then swallowed by flame. Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [**Pre-Chorus**] Feminism became a beast untamed, Devouring all in its own name. Those who dare to rock that boat Are left to drift, to sink, to float. A movement high, then past its prime, Crossed the lines, ignored the signs. Like a serpent’s skin, it fades away— Once gleaming bright, now worn, decayed. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [**Verse 2**] Movements that last learn to bend in the wind, Not snap at the weight of the truths left within. But power untethered from purpose and grace Becomes just a mask with a vacant embrace. To thrive, not to wither—to fight, not to choke, To sharpen, not dull, under weight of its yoke. The ones that endure leave the dogma behind, Keep roots in the soil, but reach past the blind. Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [**Pre-Chorus**] Any movement, once ablaze, Consumes itself in fervent haze. What starts as light to break the dark Becomes the fire that leaves its mark. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [echo raw overlapping voices] Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [**Pre-Chorus**] Feminism became a beast untamed, Devouring all in its own name. Those who dare to rock that boat Are left to drift, to sink, to float. A movement high, then past its prime, Crossed the lines, ignored the signs. Like a serpent’s skin, it fades away— Once gleaming bright, now worn, decayed. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [**Verse 2**] Movements that last learn to bend in the wind, Not snap at the weight of the truths left within. But power untethered from purpose and grace Becomes just a mask with a vacant embrace. To thrive, not to wither—to fight, not to choke, To sharpen, not dull, under weight of its yoke. The ones that endure leave the dogma behind, Keep roots in the soil, but reach past the blind. Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [**Pre-Chorus**] Any movement, once ablaze, Consumes itself in fervent haze. What starts as light to break the dark Becomes the fire that leaves its mark. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [echo raw overlapping voices] Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [high pitch Slavic folk rock vocals] A movement high, then past its prime, Crossed the lines, ignored the signs. Like a serpent’s skin, it fades away— Once gleaming bright, now worn, decayed. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [**Verse 2**] Movements that last learn to bend in the wind, Not snap at the weight of the truths left within. But power untethered from purpose and grace Becomes just a mask with a vacant embrace. To thrive, not to wither—to fight, not to choke, To sharpen, not dull, under weight of its yoke. The ones that endure leave the dogma behind, Keep roots in the soil, but reach past the blind. Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [**Pre-Chorus**] Any movement, once ablaze, Consumes itself in fervent haze. What starts as light to break the dark Becomes the fire that leaves its mark. [**Chorus**] It’s all perspective from within, It reaches point of extreme. Like any tune in self-indulgent, may be poignant, Yet annoying theme. Be a woman, let your goddess rise, Know your worth, let love fill your eyes. Live, laugh, embrace your core, Your nature has its laws—don’t ignore. Don’t break the rhythm, don’t break the form, You are beautiful, like the calm before the storm. [echo raw overlapping voices] Uuuuaaaaaaagh ahh agh agh aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA **Ancestors are watching** [chorus