I`m putting on my blinders.
I`m walking straight to me.
I`m following my carrot.
It`s plenty hard to reach.
Keep your foot out of my door.
I don`t want you on my floor.
Yeah,
Take it from the source.
Yeah,
It`s killing my softcore.
I`m dressed in my best soul.
You drag it through the mud.
I`d like to keep my skin on.
It`s holding in my blood.
Open wounds that never heal.
You`re the flies and I`m the meal.
Don`t listen.
It`s not the truth just because it glistens.
It`s painted.
The coloration`s tainted.
Skin looks good on paper to a million hungry eyes.
They just want the wrapping.
They throw away the prize.
Show her body.
Fuck her mind.
Fuck her body.
Why`s she crying?