Your Infantry

Always the bridesmaid,

never the bride.

Always the decayed,

never the guide.

Screaming out in

forbidden luxury.

Trying to change my skin,

while he goes out in self-discovery.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do?

How can I live to serve you?

Am I adequately performing for your infantry?

Will my name go down in hysterical infamy?

Am I fitting into the matronly role you chose for me?

Or am I supposed to follow you blindly?

Tell me, patriarchy,

who am I supposed to be?

Always the sidekick,

never the hero.

Always the lunatic,

never the Pharoh.

Dreaming of stars,

I'll never see.

Starting wars,

I'll never bleed,

for.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do?

How can I live to serve you?

Am I adequately performing for your infantry?

Will my name go down in hysterical infamy?

Am I fitting into the matronly role you chose for me?

Or am I supposed to follow you blindly?

Tell me, patriarchy,

who am I supposed to be?

Do you think I'm here for you,

do you want me to follow

helplessly behind you.

Do you need me to praise you,

do you want me to bait you,

what do you want me to do?

Cause I probably won't.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do?

How can I live to serve you?

Am I adequately performing for your infantry?

Will my name go down in hysterical infamy?

Am I fitting into the matronly role you chose for me?

Or am I supposed to follow you blindly?

Tell me, patriarchy,

who am I supposed to be?

What do you want from me?

I won't serve you.