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INTERNATIONAL NOISE CONSPIRACY Miscellaneous A body treatise 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 |
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