Song Lyrics

They had painted her face like a man's
Mistake,
Like a mental state
Gangbanging
A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror
I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and
Opens its eyes to the ladies of the spread

She took me home and spit in my drink
She spoke of Jermaine Grier and freedom I don't know what to think
I took her standing in the kitchen ass against the sink
She draped me in a stole
(what kind?) I think Malaysian mink
She threw me out into the snow; I waited for the bus
Up come some values voters screaming, 'are you one of us'
I said of course man, can't you see I've got some text reconstruction?
(What does that mean?)
No clue
It must be an illicit pentagram
(What are you talking about?)
No clue

I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino
Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison: we are always free to go, anytime

Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese stars at the rock said the rock Chinese stars

I'm trying to interface
You met me at such a dismal point on the arc
I think I understand what you were saying
About the smiles of the skulls
The spastic face was the last one
Our luck was white
I read it with my head open,
Only slightly cracked
Someone will have to close it when I'm done
Make the most out of the visuals
While walking through the woods
I noticed someone had built a house for nobody in particular

They want to destroy us
(I know)
It's time to penetrate, their fantasy

Kevin Barnes

The duration of Women's Studies Victims is 2:59 minutes and seconds.