Out of Labour Songtext
von Delvoid

What is it that triggers me so?
Why am I so easily provoked?
I too sense the injustice
So I shouldn′t be feeling this

Is it the false dichotomy?
Does it threaten my masculinity?
I still don't think that′s it
'Cause I see sexual cathexis as debility

My petite bourgeois heiress
If you don't feel oppressed
By these working-class monsters
These fuck-hungry plebs

You must have Stockholm syndrome
Mistook the patriarch for your chaperone
And if you don′t feel like a victim yet
Just ask and I′ll cast the first stone

Both still bleed
For soil and for seed


Both will bleed
To meet our needs

To express the sexes
With monetary measure
To pollute what could be precious
Derived from the premise

Man malign
Woman weak

So you push guns in the hands of our daughters
Thinking there's empowerment in violence
Thinking Mama was your slave name
Our fear and worship are both the same

Man malign
Woman weak

What is it that triggers me so?
Why am I so easily provoked
I too sense the injustice

Both still bleed
For soil and for seed

Both still bleed
For soil and for seed


Both will bleed
To meet our needs