Look at her face as she bleeds forced morality
Saline solution will now set her free
Controls her arms, controls her legs but not her womb
Control is the issue being misconstrued
You don't want life
You don't save souls you crave control
And in the morning she is black and blue
Look to her legs as fresh tears stream right down her face
Morality a way to keep enslaved
You hold your signs and it means nothing else to you
And in the morning she is black and blue