We outnumber you. We women. We queer. We in-betweeners and cross-the-lines. We dissenters, heretics, and free thinkers. We of every shade but yours. We Outnumber You.
Your throne is a lie, Brittle and decayed, Your scepter a cane That will break long before we do.
By setting yourself above You broke yourself away. By breaking yourself away You united us, And we are greater than you.
