Sabbath Lyrics - Apocalypse, Girl - Jenny Hval

I'm six or seven and dreaming that I'm a boy. 

I emerged out of the water and went into the garden 

with a small silver hand between my thighs 

Later, in the shower, I see a boy naked. 

He is contagious, and I can feel mine. 

I was told not to stare then, 

but my eyes have never been larger, 

in and out of my body, my stare kept growing 

I guess that's what's called flesh memory. 

Oh, how I wanted to tell him that we had switched places! 

In my dream I'd had him on me, 

but I didn't that day when I told her 

the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff, 

and you're a horse! I said, 

if the dog was a wolf and I a boy 

she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse 

And we were running then, horse and wolf and girl, 

braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle. 

I felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin. I've always been like this 

Somedays I feel like my body is straightened, 

held up by thin braces, metal spires embrace my spine, 

my face, my cunt. I can feel myself from above, 

but I can't see who's holding them. 

It would be easy to think about submission, 

but I don't think it's about submission, 

it's about holding and being held.