From this midwest s** life that takes place
To the worldwide case of body love
Give out your kisses and clasped hands
You fools, tactfully spilling your heart
You're callusing all that is beautiful
Using your eyes as your hands
As you stand with the boys and turn your head
I screamed, I tactfully spilled my heart
And all the while I was buried in the sand
There is a generation pure in it's own eyes
Yet is not washed from its filthiness
Your pa**ion spread across bodies
Your heart throbs with these impulses
That take you
You sweat and out of every pore it runs down
So worthless, dear boy, where's your armor?