Lyrics:
They wanna control us
There’s this image of
The perfect woman, seen
As cis and pretty
That one’s on my screen
She lives a binary
Of this that, either or
The part that’s primary
Is femininity
Vapid and unskilled
Weak and needing help from
A strong man who’s strong-willed
More powerful than her
She’s been crafted by society
But she’s
Losing her voice
Losing her sound
She’s being pushed down to the ground
Losing her voice
Losing her sound
The real her can’t be found
But really femininity’s
A mask she puts on
A performance
Uses her grasp of son-
ic tools she’s been given
She modulates her voice
With uptalk and fry
She makes this choice
By what is proper
As a weapon
A gendered costume
Not losing control
Power within blooms
She crafts herself to fit society, she’s
Using her voice
Using her sound
She will rise up from the ground
Using her voice
Using her sound
But what real her will be found?
They want to control us
They want to control me
They want to dictate my
Gender identity
How should I sound?
How should I act?
The real world beats me down
And I fight back
(using my) voice
Using my sound
I’m gonna rise up from the ground
Using my voice
Using my sound
The real me will be found
They modulate you!
I modulate me!
The model formation of
Femininity
I won’t be controlled I won’t be controlled I won’t be controlled
