Daughters of Danaus

In the sun And no altars In the scene There’s no guys in ties Loud as thunder Our voices Not your plan Do you think we care? Know that I’d rather be Trapped in Tartarus Than wedded To one of your sons On the air With the radio Cutting through Outdated ways Reaching out To our sisters Making choices Of our own Know that I’d rather be Trapped in Tartarus Than wedded To one of your sons