A Body Treatise

Succulent beautiful and fine

I cover my body, I'm feeling my mind

A fascination for penance, so please won't you modify me

With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery

Take what signifies

And make it leave this room

My sweet desire that wanna come in full bloom

Held captive - our culture moulds our bodies hold

Held captive - target the role, we have no control

Passionate tasteful and free

I mutilate myself to make it real

A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest

Of hair and sweat and a manly mess

Take what signifies

And make it leave this room

My sweet desire that wanna come in full bloom

Held captive - our culture moulds our bodies hold

Held captive - target the role, we have no control

I cut myself up to make it real

I cut myself up cause that's the way that I feel

I cut myself up to be free

I cut myself up to be me