Jenny Hval - That Battle Is Over lyrics

What is it to take care of yourself?
What are we taking 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 newspapers 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 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! War is over our
Mothers softly humming: We're at
The edge of history

But, I keep growing older, eight
Years since 25 now
And all that ages now is the body, i
Wonder why, I think to myself one of these
Days everything I write begins
With the question, what's wrong with me?

You say I'm free now, that battle is over
And feminism's over & socialism's over yeah
I say I can consume what I want now

This is what happens on the edge of history:
The Great Eye turns to us we are
The only thing that's aging
But we don't know
It yet, we cling onto Heaven, Heaven, heaven

Sleep tight forever sleep tight forever