The game is over

The damage is done

Fuck you for playing along

Break through the surface

Only to suffocate

Beating it into me

Burn witches as found

But not this time

Our culture acquires love design

Left naked with nothing but ourselves

And contempt for what we're

Not supposed to be

Not supposed to feel

Not supposed to see

I will embrace you

We're all beautiful

We all return -

Confrontation cuts

In the closet -

Can't get up

Another definition to keep control

With assorted names we know

Where to belong