Arm Your Fists Lyrics

Arm Your Fists lyrics

Arm your fists with smashed bottles. Aim at the patriarchal portraits.Repacked
sex keeps your interest as we were living fuck machines. Nothing falls early or
too late. Assault your pity. The revolted eye is closed. Her skin faints while
this is your imagination of "lust". His language did not make us any
wiser. Lift your eyes. Look trough new glasses. Get right-Sex is not for
sale.