This scab that I have torn But I'm not here to break down
Been shoved inside my bones But I'm not here to break down
The blade goes deep and must cut it before it heals me The slaves and beasts that nobody wants to be I said it's time to free you
I know that I'm the author of survival More powerful than any war The hate dies as the women scream revival
And all the stale fear (all of this fear) I've kept it all too near And I must let it drain out And walking on this glass (walking on glass) The pieces crushed too fast for me But I will not be cut out
Silence squeezes denial til it's bleeding The apples and the leaves that are blooming on my trees Never thought they'd grow again
I know that I'm the author of survival More powerful than any war The hate dies as the women scream revival
I know that I'm my author of survival
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