Propaghandi - f** Machine lyrics

It's something physical. It's a conditioned reaction. It's something physical. It's a conditioned attraction. But, have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent womyn, chyldren, humyn beings? Seeing the pain that it brings. Shallow, superficial decision(s). Real beauty obscured by my tunnel/ tele-vision. But this just in! Bikini film at 10:00 pm! The female anchor just smiles and ahrugs it off, "Boys will be boys!". But do you really want to be our f**ing toys? And in again, just condone it with a grin. Sit back, idly chat, smile, prove you're just a f** machine. Is that what you realy want to f**ing be? Conditioned reaction. Conditioned attraction. Conditioned suggestion. Conditioned rejection. And yet again, subjecting women. The female anchors' fist finally clenched, "I'm not your f**ing toy!". And though I long to embrace, I will not replace my priorities: humour, opinion, a sense of compa**ion, creativity and a distaste for fashion.