The clientele:

Your kin and friends taking their bodies in

And trading them for ends.



We took our bodies and we put them up

To fend against their bodies and the cycle never ends.

Taste it! Taste it!



What are we now?

Two eyes and seven seams all working

To show how much we need to feel permission

To go forget our bodies and just taste it, taste it?



They're busy pissing family colors out.

Going out dinner with our mothers now.

Coming back and tucking in our daughters now.



But they don't know what they're doing

Because they don't know how to damage how we love.

So they damage what we love.