In an endless battle for self esteem There's stereotypes and you make your pick Like clothes measures that must go for all Standardized edu-castration
You're losing any clue as the time goes by
Class of attractiveness Mirrorphobia, drugs against age All in all it just serves the machine
The machine accepts once you forgot The identity with which you are born And treats sexuality as a side effect Of your own gender so now you should forget
Side effect so now you should forget
That we are born as perverts Sexually confused nice babes With one rule to follow is called respect
So I'm sick of small doses I'm sick this time Let's break chains and see what's like To drop that shit and see where the fuck we fit
We are born as modelling clay Willing shape through experience Till they stress us with church and fate Fuck them all just take your time