Between The Buried And Me - Camilla Rhodes lyrics

This moment is set. Let's make magic. You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top. This the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm. The music isn't sh** anymore; your s**ual vibe carries across the land. Daydream s**, broken marriage f**. You cause this sh**. Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song. This song of the year: "s**y, smooth, yet sophisticated." The music isn't sh**. It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE. f** your song, you're looking good. We just recorded your orgasm, and the money is rolling in. Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty, s**ed up by human eyes. An "artist" washed over, pulled under. The moment is set, let's make magic. You're the #2 girl; it's time to k** for the top. Let's show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm. The music was never sh**, we lied, we lied, as you lay... Drained, tired and robbed of your self-expression... You're a toy, a toy for lust and greed. Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us. Trying to be s**y queen, trying to be darling. You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound in you. Daydream s**, broken marriage f**. You cause this sh**. Makeup, bras and lingerie no need for this algebra. Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves... This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.