A Body Treatise Lyrics - Singles - The International Noise Conspiracy

Succulent, beautiful and fine 

I cover my body, feeling my mind 

Fascination for penance, so please won't you modify me 

With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery 

With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery 

I said, yeah, yeah 

Take what signifies, yeah, yeah 

And make it leave this room, yeah, yeah 

As sweet desire that wanna come in full bloom 

Held, held captive, our culture moulds our, our bodies hold 

Held, held captive, target the role we, we have no control 

Passionate, tasteful and free 

I mutilate myself to make it real 

A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest 

Hair and sweat and a manly messes, yeah, yeah 

Take what signifies, yeah, yeah 

And make it leave this room, yeah, yeah 

As sweet desire that wanna come in full bloom 

Held, held captive, our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold 

Held, held captive, target the role we, we have no control 

Held, held captive, our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold 

Held, held captive, target the role we, 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 

I cut myself up 

I cut myself up 

I cut myself up 

I cut myself up to be me, to be me 

To be free, to be free