Arm your fists
With smashed bottles

Aim at the patriarchal portraits

Repacked sex keeps your interest
As we were living fuck machines
Nothing, nothing falls early or too late

Assault your, assault your pity
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)
His language did not make us any wiser
(Lift your eyes)
Lift your eyes

Lift your eyes
Look trough new glasses
Get right, sex is not for sale

Lift your eyes
Look trough new glasses
Get right, sex is not for sale

Lift your eyes
Look trough new glasses
Get right, sex is not for sale
Lift your eyes
Look trough new glasses
Get right, sex is not…
Sex is not for sale