I hope you can look her in the eyes i hope she can be more than a target and reject all the ideals we made for her in our fake world in our factories what's life like in a fucking factory? make the corporate son work in the industry built by his father's dirty hands her head is aching a blank stare a bed invitation she doesn't know what to do cause she is too obsessed to fit the mindless image the picture you made for her the ideal was forced on her i hope she rejects me, i hope she rejects make the corporate son work in the industry built by his father's dirty hands (he washed them in the blood of the workers) (blood of the workers' daughters)