A Body Treatise

Succulent, beautiful and fine
I cover my body, feeling my mind
Fascination for penance, so please won't you modify me
With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery
With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutleryI said, yeah, yeah
Take what signifies, yeah, yeah
And make it leave this room, yeah, yeah
As sweet desire that wanna come in full bloomHeld, held captive, our culture moulds our, our bodies hold
Held, held captive, target the role we, we have no controlPassionate, tasteful and free
I mutilate myself to make it real
A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest
Hair and sweat and a manly messes, yeah, yeahTake what signifies, yeah, yeah
And make it leave this room, yeah, yeah
As sweet desire that wanna come in full bloomHeld, held captive, our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold
Held, held captive, target the role we, we have no controlHeld, held captive, our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold
Held, held captive, target the role we, we have no controlI 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 meI cut myself up
I cut myself up
I cut myself up
I cut myself up to be me, to be me
To be free, to be free