[Chorus]Drink from the leche of sirensSummon the sailors in townStrangle the fear of decidingWhich one's deserving to drown[Post-Chorus](Drown, drown)(Drown, drown)[Verse 1]Engraved in our memory, the harm that was doneOur mothers, the witches they banished and burnedAll of our sisters were killed and abusedBy sword-swinging men who would always accuse[Pre-Chorus]The worst of a woman who fights for our rightTo be where we belong at the front of the lineTired of silence and being politеYour legs turn to shimmering scales in thе night[Chorus]Drink from the leche of sirensSummon the sailors in townStrangle the fear of decidingWhich ones deserving to drownDon't feel bad when these fuckers all drown[Post-Chorus]Let them drown (Drown)Let them drown (Drown)Let them drown (Drown, drown)[Verse 2]Tenderness worn on the skin like a dressNurture these men, pull them out of their messThey steal the resources, destroy all the landBelittle the power of the feminine hand[Pre-Chorus]The milk from the rivers of every moonCradle you tight like you're back in the wombBury their souls in a cove by the lightCelestial dip all that ego and pride[Chorus]Drink from the leche of sirensSummon the sailors in townStrangle the fear of decidingWhich ones deserving to drown[Post-Chorus]Let them drown (Drown)Let them drown (Drown)Let them drown (Drown, drown)[Outro]Nothing wrong with a little havocIt's fun when shit hits the fanSo guillotine their heads by shoutingCut 'em off, leave waters redNothing wrong with a little havocIt's fun when shit hits the fanSo guillotine their heads by shoutingCut 'em off, leave water's redNothing wrong with a little havocIt's fun when shit hits the fan (Drink from the leche of sirens)So guillotine their heads by shoutingCut 'em off, leave water's red (Summon the sailors in town)Nothing wrong with a little havocIt's fun when shit hits the fan (Strangle the fear of deciding)So guillotine their heads by shoutingCut 'em off, leave water's red (Which ones deserving to drown)(Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown)