MILK OF THE SIREN Lyrics by Melanie Martinez is a New English song from the album “PORTALS” sung by popular singer Melanie Martinez. Lyrics of this song are written by Melanie Martinez and music produced by One Love.
Song Details
Singer : Melanie Martinez
Album : PORTALS
Lyrics : Melanie Martinez, One Love
Music : One Love
MILK OF THE SIREN Lyrics
Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which one’s deserving to drown
(Drown, drown)
(Drown, drown)
Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done
Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
All of our sisters were killed and abused
By sword-swinging men who would always accuse
The worst of a woman who fights for our right
To be where we belong at the front of the line
Tired of silence and being politе
Your legs turn to shimmering scales in thе night
Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which ones deserving to drown
Don’t feel bad when these f**kers all drown
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown, drown)
Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress
Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess
They steal the resources, destroy all the land
Belittle the power of the feminine hand
The milk from the rivers of every moon
Cradle you tight like you’re back in the womb
Bury their souls in a cove by the light
Celestial dip all that ego and pride
Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which ones deserving to drown
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown, drown)
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It’s fun when sh*t hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut ’em off, leave waters red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It’s fun when sh*t hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut ’em off, leave water’s red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It’s fun when sh*t hits the fan
(Drink from the leche of sirens)
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut ’em off, leave water’s red
(Summon the sailors in town)
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It’s fun when sh*t hits the fan
(Strangle the fear of deciding)
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut ’em off, leave water’s red
(Which ones deserving to drown)
(Don’t feel bad when these f**kers all drown)