That Battle Is Over Lyrics - Apocalypse, Girl - Jenny Hval

What is it to take care of yourself? What are we take in 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 newspaper 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! 

The war is over. Our mothers softly humming: 

We're at the end of history 

But I keep growing older, eight years since 25 now, 

and all that ages now is the body, and I wonder why, 

I think to myself one of this days everything I write 

begins with the question What's wrong with me? 

Yes! You say I'm free now, that battle is over 

And feminism's over and socialism's over Yeah! 

I say I can consume what I want now. 

And this is what happens on the edge of history 

the great eye turn to us. 

We are the only thing that's aging, 

but we don't know it yet, we cling onto heaven 

Sleep tight forever, sleep tight forever