It’s my autonomy, there’s no apologies
Your words are wasted, here’s why
No I’m not here for you, Can’t use me as you choose
Not your decision, it’s mine
Oh holy incubator, Should I be grateful?
Self-righteous judgement from the hordes of screaming faithful
And fuck yeah, you’re pretty confident
When you know, you face no consequence
My body’s not a battle ground
My body’s not a battle ground
It’s my autonomy, it’s no apologies
Don’t need you wasting my time
This isn’t win or lose, I don’t answer to you
It’s not your body, it’s mine
Oh holy incubator, Should I be grateful?
Strangers don’t give a shit if you're ready, willing or able
And fuck yeah, you love to condescend
Coz you want, you want control again
My body’s not a battle ground
My body’s not a battle ground
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020