Clear the waspnest in my head thousands of voices that want me dead
Grotesque parade, barrage of buzz, shattered tikis, a monument of ash

Blunt ritual dealing blows, a wasp factory built in the hope
Somehow this hurt makes me stronger
Never mothers little girl, ashamed to live, cursed at birth
Somehow this hurt makes me stronger

The skin it is relentless, chronic, I want to distract with
Anything to occupy, running, rambling: This is your body, this is your body

Blunt ritual dealing blows, a wasp factory built in the hope
Somehow this hurt makes me stronger
Never mothers little girl, ashamed to live, cursed at birth
Somehow this hurt makes me stronger