For So long I’ve obeyed that feminine decree
I’ve always contained your desire to hurt me
But when will I turn and cut the world?
My eyes are coral absorbing your dreams
My skin is a surface to push to extreme
My heart is a record of dangerous scenes
But when will I turn and cut the world
Cut The World by Antony and the Johnsons
Female rage. Always there just under the surface. Quiet. A mixing of frustration, sadness and love. Turned inward letting it fester in the depths of our souls. But, I do have to wonder…when will we turn and cut the world.