Future Of The Left - The Male Gaze lyrics

Forcing myself through a telescope lens to a sea of bad moods Shrink in my seat as the currents compete and my body turns blue I couldn't look And my eyes got sore In the wild, wild, wild I've got the male gaze I'm thinking that someday I'll be thrown up on a sea of bad moods Maybe they'll write that I couldn't be turned from my bookstore view I couldn't look And my eyes got sore In the wild, wild, wild I've got the male gaze (But so what) [4x] I've got my father's eyes and milkman's soul There's still a lot a lot a lot of things that you don't know I got satsumas as payment in kind But the pa**ing trade has left me behind If you turn into an object on the second night will my eyes get used to it Will your heart compete with it after failure?