The (International) Noise Conspiracy

The (International) Noise Conspiracy - A Body Treatise songtekst

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Succulent beautiful and fine 

I`m touching my body; I`m feeling my mind 

With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery 

Take what signifies 

And make it leave this room 

My sweet desire that wants to bloom 

Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold 

Held captive - target the role we have no control 

Passionate tastful and free 

I mutilate myself to make me real 

A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest 

Of hair and sweat a manly mess 

Take what signifies 

And make it leave this room 

My sweet desire that wants to bloom 

Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold 

Held captive - target the role we have no control 

I cut myself up to make it real 

I cut myself up cause thats the way I feel 

I cut myself up to be free 

I cut myself up to be me
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