The game is over
The damage is done
Fuck you for playing along
Break through the surface
Only to suffocate
Beating it into me
Burn witches as found
But not this time
Our culture acquires love design
Left naked with nothing but ourselves
And contempt for what we're
Not supposed to be
Not supposed to feel
Not supposed to see
I will embrace you
We're all beautiful
We all return -
Confrontation cuts
In the closet -
Can't get up
Another definition to keep control
With assorted names we know
Where to belong