That Battle Is Over - Jenny Hval

What is it to take care of yourself

What what are we take in care of

A million bedrooms with hands softly lulling

Our divine cocks and cunts without telling anyone

A million ships come alone out on the calmest seas

So are we loving ourselves now

Are we mothering ourselves

Statistics and newspaper tell me I am unhappy and dying

That I need man and child to fulfill me

That I'm more likely to get breast cancer

And it's biology it's it's my own fault

It's divine punishment of the unruly

It's fearful out here on the calmest seas

We who grew up singing merry christmas

The war is over our mothers softly humming

We're at the end of history

But but I keep growing older eight years since 25 now

And all that ages now is the body now is the body

And I wonder why

I think to myself one of this days everything I write

Begins with the question what's wrong with me

What's what's wrong with me

You you say I'm free now that battle is over

And feminism's over and socialism's over yeah

I say I can consume what I want now

Consume what I want now

Oh now now now now

And this this is what happens on the edge of history

The great eye turn to us

We are the only thing that's aging

But we don't know it yet we cling onto heaven

Heaven heaven heaven hi

Sleep tight forever sleep tight forever

Sleep tight forever