Paroles de A body treatise
The (international) Noise Conspiracy
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Date de parution : 01/10/2004
Durée : 0:03:24
Style : Rock
Succulent beautiful and fine, i cover my body, i'm feeling my mind
A fascination for penance, so please won't modify me with
Plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery
Yeah yeah, take what signifies
Yeah yeah, and make it leave this room
Yeah yeah, that sweet desire that wants to come in full bloom
Help, held captive, our culture moulds, our bodies hold
Help, held captive, target the role we, we have no control
Passionate tasteful and free, i mutilate myself to make it real
A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest, of hair and sweat and a manly mess, i said
Yeah yeah, take what it signifies
Yeah yeah, and make it leave this room
Yeah yeah, that sweet desire that wants to come in full bloom
Help, held captive, our culture moulds, our bodies hold
Help, held captive, target the role we, we have no control
I cut myself up to make it real, i cut myself up 'cause that's the way that i feel
I cut myself up to be free, i cut myself up to be me
I cut myself up, to be me, to be me, to be free, to be free
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