Softcore

(albüm: Unfun - 1990)

I'm putting on my blinders
I'm walking straight to me
I'm following my carrot
It's plenty hard to reach

Keep your foot out of my door
I don't want you on my floor

Yeah
Take it from the source
It's killing my softcore

I'm dressed in my best soul
You drag it through the mud
I'd like to keep my skin on
It's holding in my blood

Open wounds that never heal
You're the flies and I'm the meal

Yeah
Take it from the source
It's killing my softcore

Don't listen. Don't listen
It's not the truth just because it glistens
It's printed. It's painted
The coloration's tainted

Skin looks good on paper
To a million hungry eyes
They just want the wrapping
They throw away the prize

Show her body. Fuck her mind
Fuck her body. Why's she crying?

Yeah
Take it from the source
It's killing my softcore

Don't listen. Don't listen
It's not the truth just because it glistens
It's printed. It's painted
The coloration's tainted