You like to talk about leading 
You like to talk about making waves 
Well put some more auto tune on those whines 
And sing me a lullaby 

Cause you don’t know [bad word] about need 
You’ve been handed everything 
But still you want sympathy 
Cause your lack of talent 
Keeps you stationary 

Such hypocrisy 
Between your words 
And that arm piece 
Such hypocrisy 
Between your words 
And that arm piece 

You need her beneath you 
You love her beneath you 
You are one in the same with the patriarchy 

Martyr, martyr, self-impressed martyr 
Martyr, martyr, self-impressed martyr 

You need her beneath you- martyr 
You love her beneath you- self-professed 
You are one in the same with the patriarchy 

I don’t have enough years left 
To fix the mess that is your life 
I don’t have enough tears left 
To flush the privilege from your spine 

Enough talk about your bleeding heart 
It’s time to learn about earning scars 
This hollow beauty has no worth 
To move the world first you must hurt 

All you do is whine like a spoiled child 
Save me your faux empathy 
Cause your infidelity 
Defines your [bad word] quality 

Such hypocrisy 
Between your words 
And that arm piece 
Such hypocrisy 
Between your words 
And that arm piece 

You need her beneath you- martyr 
You love her beneath you- self-professed 
You are one in the same with the patriarchy 

I don’t have enough years left 
To fix the mess that is your life 
I don’t have enough tears left 
To flush the privilege from your spine

by xPx