Can you believe that, she doesn't feel the need
To overcome this mess and forget about the stress?
That she has now, when she thinks about the lies
Which made her who he is, how many time she tried
To be boyish, use tape to flatten her breasts,
Living life in closet and playing with the cars of her brother,
Who turned into a plant.

Liked the tasted of sugar,
But now he's using hemp in his backroom.
With everything at hand, porno on the telly
And every night his hand.
Anyway she said: I'm gonna work i out, whatever is the problem, I'm gonna get it out
And now she's here and now they're here
Now the butcher is here
And they got plans for her body yeah
They're going to get her fixed.
So she told me about the outcome of her plan,
Toilet seat up, convenient for a man.
She was happy, didn't change her name, everything was fine but running gave her pain.
Anyway she said: I'm gonna work it out, whatever is the problem, I'm gonna get it out.
And now she's here and now they're here and now the butcher is here.

All that comfort is just too much and your eyes took all neon they could take
All you breath is exhaust and gas,
All you feed of is bones, offal and trash.
I just want to know who she was before, before she became a crsytal gazing shrew.