I'm putting on my blinders
I'm walking straight to me
I'm following my carrot
It's plenty hard to reachKeep your foot out of my door
I don't want you on my floorYeah, take it from the source
It's killing my softcoreI'm dressed in my best soul
You drag it through the mud
I'd like to keep my skin on
It's holding in my blood
Open wounds that never heal
You're the flies and I'm the mealYeah, take it from the source
It's killing my softcoreDon't listen, don't listen
It's not the truth just because it glistens
It's printed, it's painted
The coloration's taintedSkin looks good on paper
To a million hungry eyes
They just want the wrapping
They throw away the prize
Show her body, fuck her mind
Fuck her body, why is she crying?Yeah, take it from the source
It's killing my softcore