Martyrs Lyrics

Braiding my hair then cutting it off

Because my femininity's raised by the cloth of the

Bed I lay in when i'm fed the stamen

Of the ones that I learned to adore

Picking up hair from off of the ground

That I bruised my knees on, I find it profound

That the carpet full of DNA from those who went and seeded me

Remembers who I was for

Ripping, ripping, ripping all my hair out

Stuffing, stuffing, stuffing (it) inside my mouth

If you, if you, if you could see me now

You'd be surprised I'm still alive and turn around

Painting my face with blood that I've kept from

Years of mutilation, the tears that I've wept

I wear it as a warning, the blood that I'm adorning

To the people who smell delicious fruit

Apples to oranges says the person that forages

For the sour apple flavor from the immature whore ingesting

Gallons of dressing from the predators who are messing

With the body and the head of one acute

Touching, touching, touching my bloody face

Licking, licking, licking the copper taste

Off of, off of, off of the lips they chased

With hands, with hands, with hands that kept me braced

Look in the mirror at my painted cheeks

My hair looks like the barber did it with her fuckin' feet

But I've never been happier 'cause I'm looking scrappier

Becoming someone who I wanna be

I look in my eyes for a reintroduction

To a girl I haven't known since before she met corruption

So I wave and I smile, and I wait for a while

Then I introduce myself to my own me

Hello? hello? hello? what is your name?

Has it, has it, has it always been the same?

It's nice to meet the woman I became

It's nice to see the body I'll reclaim

Cleaning my body, I'm cleaning my flesh

I close the cherry bottle and make my outer mesh

Reflect my new identity, the one I know is true to me

I say goodbye to being a slave

To ones who "wish the best for me," with dick in hand

And mystery meat behind my teeth in the sheets

That I unsheathe the sweet blade under the cover of shade

That I will use to cascade the ruby blood that I gave

It's clear to see my hedonism makes

The ones who took as much as they could take

Bend further back until their muscles break

Because i'm now aware, and I'm awake

Hi, uh... I'm Masuna

I'm not [REDACTED]'s girlfriend

I'm not [REDACTED]'s friend

I'm not [REDACTED]'s fucking daughter

I'm me, I'm... I'm Masuna

And I like to draw, I like making music

I love horror cult classic movie musicals

And I'm just so happy I can finally meet you guys