Hey girl, take my hand don’t be shy Come with me, I don’t want to wait through their generational lie Now girl I know you were raised by disproportioned plastic people With pointed feet But I think it’s time
This is ugly, I said this is ugly Ordered in line then ranked superior
I think I need you to help define me To know just what I don’t want to be So there’s no need to Annihilate each other I believe we can coexists If we can get past this Preoccupation with acquiring A bird’s eye view
We need the other to know ourselves To know just what we are We need the other to know ourselves To know just what we are not
Now that they have all gone You must be lost in homogeny