15 acessos
Veneno numa linda pílula
Seus olhos táticos sobre um papel polido
Cheio de mentiras táticas sobre esmalte e gaze
Eles dizem, "esqueça você mesmo,
Enfeite-se com esse disfarce"
Esse feminismo de delicada e violada prostituta
Deixe-me te avisar das sensibilidade fria deles
Eles irão te colecionar em armadilhas de vidro
É o seu reflexo tudo isso que você já conhece?
Essa mentira cruel irá bater na sua cara
Embrulhado em gaze e escorrendo pelo vestido de noiva
Eles dizem que seu amor deve empunhar uma arma
Você é a reafirmação da pornografia e ele é o homem
Seus tratados com a carne, encarcerados até o fim
Lábios vermelhos,seda vislumbrante e bolsas de colo
Pernas sem pêlos contra as bolhas ardentes de napalm
Eu quero estuprar a substância da sua penugem
No meio disso uma criança sofrendo luta por ar.
Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper,
Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause.
They say, "Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise",
This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores.
Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity,
They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass.
Is your reflection all that you will recognise?
That cruel lie will stare you in the face.
Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown,
They tell your lover he must hold a gun.
You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man,
They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags,
Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags,
Hairless legs against the blistered napalms burn.
I want to rape the substance of your downy hair,
In that mist a gutted child fights for air.
Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound
Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound,
Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield.
At least the blood-red poppy was of nature will,
That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence
Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence
Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now,
You traumatise my love with needle doubts,
I want so gently to remove your mask.
It's hard enough to find water here
In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear
Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill.
Your bondages of silky robes and lace
Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpses,
The layers of precious imitation worn
Are the layers of history to suffocate the unborn.
Poison, poison, poison, poison
Poison, poison, poison, poison
Poison in a pretty pill
Poison in a pretty pill
Poison in a pretty pill, etc...