The Chalice & the Blade

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The world problematique, a twisted image of beauty To rule, androcracy Barbaric image of beauty When God was a woman Who cared for all humanity No one was left suffering at the hands of gylany But then, but then, how could men make money?! No longer the story of a Goddess giving life 'Cause now, birth is dirty Yeah, we only care that he dies We're obsessed with his death The world problematique, a twisted image of beauty To rule, androcracy Barbaric image of beauty "The men of her city Shall stone her with stones, that she die" Are these not your words The very words you live by? Say it to my face, now we stand, the chalice and the blade You need the mother To teach you how to behave They'll be no more scapegoats And there'll be no debate Do you fear retribution, or is it a fantasy? Don't you run your mouth Or do you want me to clean it out? I am the thought that dwells in the light She who exists before the all I move in every creature, I'm the invisible one I am the real voice
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