Lycanthropy

I was once a boy.
'Til I cut my penis off.
And I grew a hairy skull
of stubborn fire.
Then I was a girl.
'Til I sewed my hole up.
And I grew a hairy heart of dark desire.
But.
There’s no answer. Just surrender,
send all your barriers into the fire.
And, let no foot, mark your ground.
Let no hand, hold you down.
You were once so sad,
til' you cut your suffer off.
Now you please yourself,
and fight your own wars.
And you were once so weak,
till you sewed your wounds up.
Now you’ve learnt to sing about sun and shine!
Be your own hero.
Be your own saviour.
Send all your suffering into the fire.
And let not foot, mark your ground.
Let no hand, hold you down.
Let no foot, mark your ground.
Let no hand, hold you down.
It’s all yours, (and ours).
(one, two, three) It’s all yours.
(Let no foot, mark your ground)
It’s all yours.
(Let no hand, hold you down).
Be your own hero.
(Let no foot, mark your ground).
Be your own saviour.
(Let no hand, hold you down)
Send all your suffering into the fire.
Let no foot, mark your ground.
Let no hand, hold you down.
Let no foot, mark your ground.
Let no hand, hold you down.