Nero’s Day At Disneyland
The Glass Ceiling Cabaret
Mother, child, sexy bitch
Turn non users into abusers
Meat and reason, brash yet seasoned
Affecting unrealistic roles that we can never see through
Current users buy more
And wedged in between us is a marketing scheme
As the men with the strings pull us farther away
The machine runs smoothly with binary minds
The machine runs smoothly with binary minds
It’s called mining
Isolate a type
And then batter their brains
I don’t get women
I don’t get men
But we have more in common
Than they’d like us to think
From womb to tomb to brinking youth
To middle age manics whispering
Loaded "I love you"s-
We enact crude demands that we were trained to perform
Played against each other
Not citizens, competition
And the dummy on their lap
Isn’t making jokes anymore
And the roles they’ve given us at birth
They were only designed to hurt
The machine runs smoothly with binary minds
The machine runs smoothly with binary minds
We forfeit our privilege
We don’t need someone else to write our scenes
Just look at your hands
You can take it all back
They made you a man
They made you a woman
Only our culture holds us back from living our dreams