Legacy of Boxes (Lyrics)

Passed down in boxes stuffed in closets, it's a manufactured social tradition: The systematic silencing, objectifying, and exploitation of wimmin. It's not biology but it's part of me. I was brought up to believe. I never thought that sex would make me clench my fist. I thought that hatred felt like this. Passed down in punches behind closed doors They fall on baptized purple skin. Blinded by a fantasy, or a parent or a magazine. Blinded from our own needs. It's not biology but it's part of me. I was brought up to believe. I never thought that sex would make me clench my fist. I thought that hatred felt like this.