The (international) Noise Conspiracy - A Body Treatise lyrics

Succulent beautiful and fine I cover my body, I'm feeling my mind A fascination for penance, so please won't you modify me With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery Take what signifies And make it leave this room My sweet desire that wanna come in full bloom Held captive - our culture moulds our bodies hold Held captive - target the role, we have no control Pa**ionate tasteful and free I mutilate myself to make it real A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest Of hair and sweat and a manly mess Take what signifies And make it leave this room My sweet desire that wanna come in full bloom Held captive - our culture moulds our bodies hold Held captive - target the role, we have no control I cut myself up to make it real I cut myself up cause that's the way that I feel I cut myself up to be free I cut myself up to be me