another dying wish is what you misunderstood
when it comes time will you take it for the good
to run with the wind and run with the haunted
hide in the bushes of the ever-dying wanted
plastic and deformed the legs stretch for the daunted
a sexual drive for the unknown disgrace
male dominance and objectification of your haste
somebody get some preparation H
we've a new society to misplace
written in the faces on the television screen
the quickening silence was obscene
wanting new ideas they climbed to the top
and now a fashion show is exactly what they got
written in the faces on the television screen
its the secret the bodies scream
a no name number in a new name campaign
celebrating the loss with showers of champaign
its the clothes we put on that cause so much pain
little will she know exactly how much strain
can be placed on the land of broken insane
so far away--they were so far away
but the flash and glint brightened her day
and now look at her, standing on the bane
the vexation of the ones her purchase claims
and now look at her--high in society
look at her high on her piety
and now look at her--in the slums of variety
watch her lie to you and to me
written in the faces on the television screen
the quickening silence was obscene
wanting new ideas they climbed to the top
and now a fashion show is exactly what they got
written in the faces on the television screen
its the secret the bodies scream
~Fashion shows the objectification. the blind downfall of her. as a whole we are blind.
(its been a while since my last rap-- more on the way. a busy time.)
Love,
Digress.
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