I eat like clock work
I sleep like clock work
I breathe like clock work
and I kill like clock work
I think like clock work
I feel like clock work
I fuck like clock work
and I kill like clock work
Sum Grrl is back
Cutting pink through the black
Seein right through the bullshit that makes you weak, makes you attack
You think that you're all hardcore
Cuz you make and break the rules for all
Drowning out my voice, with your macho propaganda
Hold it right there
We gonna get a few things square
Bein' hard aint about your stare
That tired posture that you wear
A real man aint scared - when the game is fair
when yer locking eyes with an equal
and you know she is aware
What doesn't kill you will make you a killer
Hone your anger till it cuts through bone
Blacked out, bloody mouthed, the plan has gone south
and you're gonna wake up all alone
What doesn't kill you will make you a killer
Your eyes are screaming that you're hi on rage
Nails, splinters, burning embers
How you arrived we don't remember
and you're never going back in that cage
Another minute, another soul
I just can't let you go
