Those women are breaking monuments in their sleep
Constructing the rhythm, fracturing silhouttes
They are the products of their inconveniences
And yet they'll still break rules
They'll even demonstrate how you can sell out your friends
This seems like the most obvious swindle, right?
Ignite We can burn the books that impale us
These stories blind/decieve rationale
Falsity is bludgeoning every inch of our being
So quit fashioning the black metaphors, model X,
It's time to have sex with your masterpiece
And it all makes so much sense when you look back
And realize you stayed so true for the entire ride
Proves once more that one can
Never discount glory for those who helped you grow
And allowed you to choose how to live