International Noise Conspiracy A Body Treatise Lyrics

A Body Treatise Lyrics

Album : A New Morning, Changing Weather (2001)

 

 

 Succulent beautiful and fine 

 I`m touching my body; I`m feeling my mind 

 With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery 

 Take what signifies 

 And make it leave this room 

 My sweet desire that wants to bloom 

 Held captive - our culter molds, our bodies bold 

 Held captive - target the role we have no control 

 Passionate tastful and free 

 I mutilate myself to make me real 

 A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest 

 Of hair and sweat a manly mess 

 Take what signifies 

 And make it leave this room 

 My sweet desire that wants to bloom 

 Held captive - our culter molds, our bodies bold 

 Held captive - target the role we have no control 

 I cut myself up to make it real 

 I cut myself up cause thats the way I feel 

 I cut myself up to be free 

 I cut myself up to be me