Junkie Lyrics

False sense of achievement and

Corporate notions

In tighter belt holes and

Sugar-free potions.

Addiction filling the gap within

The lack of connection;

I'm addicted to conflicting

Acts of affection and

Interactions with lots of attention;

Sugar coated compliments to

Relax my tension.

Trapped in a display case

With a heart that's always breaking;

This sexual validation has

Been a problem in the making.

Condition the masses

Who can be the smallest the fastest?

There's no such thing as the balance when you

Keep making that pendulum swing…

Filthy

F.A.T.

You junkie

S.L.U.T.

What's mightier than the sword?

Deadly as a pen?

To keep fifty one percent?

Self-blaming and hooked on the chase

Like circling, burning out greyhounds in a race

The wild woman domesticated

The bimbofication, creation of a

Flaw-fixation. We're

Scratching our skin, we'll die for a fix,

Forgive us our sins, We'll never win

When we hold ourselves down

Condition the masses

Whose obedient sand who is nasty?

It's you versus her, it's a classic

In a dog-eat-low-fat-dog race

Filthy

F.A.T.

You junkie

S.L.U.T.

The goal, the goal, the goal

Mary or Mary?

Virgin or whore

To be pretty enough to be bought and sold

Buy and sell,

Small enough for a shelf

The goal, the goal, the goal

Mary or Mary?

Virgin or whore

To be pretty enough to be bought and sold

Buy and sell,

Small enough for a shelf…

I saw that smile..

Your filthy eyes

Watching them watch you walk away

You can't deny

You live your life

Wanting to be wanted in every way

Filthy

F.A.T.

You junkie

S.L.U.T.