the body would sue the head
for slavery, supression and torture-like experiments
through thousands of years or so.
The body may miss the soul of its master
like a mouth cannot chew without teeth,
and the worse the separation gets, the sicker we become,
yet none of us wants to die.
I know a story of a man who didn't like himself
'cause his penis was small.
Every girls perfect love, but none of them could reach him.
Close, but not close enough for dreams to come true.
Sorry for the present state of mind.
I know I'm really beautiful,
but what would they say if I suddenly became secure with myself?
Would their unstabilness reject me and send me off alone?
There was this girl who read in a magazine,
especially made for girls like her,
about the problems she should have and commercials for how to solve them,
in brief that everything you lack you can buy...
And for the money she needed she worked away her hobbies
to redesign herself 'till she was perfect,
but when the mission was completed the world'd become an alien,
and the feeling of beauty all gone
You see we're given this life each perfect for the cause,
set out to become what we become.
Children of the past and the parents of tomorrow,
our bodies are our life and our minds are there to lead it...
Sorry for the present state of mind.
I know I'm really beautiful,
but what would they say if I suddenly became secure with myself?
Would their unstabilness reject me and send me off alone?
There's nothing, nothing, nothing to be...
And suddenly I feel like screaming that there's nothing
nothing, nothing, nothing to be
except for what you are!
