Ride!

Now they're walking on her face
Personality's carefully replaced
With the functions of a kewpie doll
She wets herself and cries and crawls
Sometimes suffers side-effects
From placing burning cigarettes into her breast until
She's certain that the burning of her flesh is real

Ride!

Wheel her down the corridor
Tie her muscles to the floor
As she's ravaged by the queen of mary quid's eleventh floor
Watch her doctor smile and shake
As the rumors start to break
The pill
The windowsill
Nothing's really changed
But her body's still

Ride yourself away, each and every day