My womanhood is breaking up under
All this shame and anger buried under
This path of life is voiding all advice and now there's footsteps fighting on the way

I am still that little girl
Looking up my mother's skirt
I see her big dark mystery but get no answers, just embarrassment and shame for asking

Go on, depression, night is long

So in my own dark mystery (flowers)
I feel the shame of generations mothers
There is a rage that cannot be explained, to be your woman is to be more like a thing

We never talk about it
And the world is hungry for it
I walk away from family and give myself away too easily, I fall flat on my face

Go on, depression, night is long
Go through, depression, night is long
Darkness, naked, night is long
Can't go deeper than I've gone
Darkest forgo, night is long
I'm here, so close to the wall

Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on

The roots that dare to go so deep into the ground will grow the highest to the sky