Fuck 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 fucking toys? And in again, just condone it with a grin. Sit back, idly chat, smile, prove you`re just a fuck machine. Is that what you realy want to fucking be? Conditioned reaction. Conditioned attraction. Conditioned suggestion. Conditioned rejection. And yet again, subjecting women. The female anchors` fist finally clenched, `I`m not your fucking toy!`. And though I long to embrace, I will not replace my priorities: humour, opinion, a sense of compassion, creativity and a distaste for fashion.
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