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== Lyrics == [Verse 1]<br> Fawn staggering through the trees<br> Since I was a girl, I never felt like a person<br> Eyes and sights trained right on me<br> They wanna hurt me with their sick perversions<br> <br> It's not up to me, or so I've been told<br> This is the nature of the female skin<br> Meat that men want bought and sold<br> Since I can remember, it's always been...<br> <br> Hand over blankets, legs crossed<br> Skirts below the knees, doors locked<br> "There are men that will hunt you"<br> So I've learnt to run from you<br> Innocence made to decay<br> Thoughts I couldn't wash away<br> No knowledge of my body<br> Prey drive deep-seated in me<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> In love with the idea of me<br> Mount my head on a wall<br> Lifeless for everyone to see<br> Gracefully declawed<br> <br> No scratching, biting, whining<br> Never fighting back again<br> Look at my virgin eyes through glass<br> An all-consuming guilt that you could never comprehend<br> To be a girl is to be trapped<br> <br> [Verse 2]<br> Clean yourself for consumption<br> But don't ever let yourself be consumed<br> Organs for reproduction<br> Organs that must remain unused<br> Plagued with urges so obscene<br> How am I supposed to ignore it?<br> If my body's meant to stay clean<br> Then why do I feel like I'm asking for it?<br> <br> Hand and rope and PVC<br> My unspoken fantasies<br> Loss of my autonomy<br> Can't help it appeals to me<br> If it's something I don't want<br> Then it couldn't be my fault<br> Deer standing in the headlights<br> Begging you to take its life<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> In love with the idea of me<br> Mount my head on a wall<br> Sinful desires festering<br> Under my pelt, they claw<br> <br> So skin me, flesh me, tan my hide<br> And render me preserved<br> My plastic eyes brimming with shame<br> Remove the viscera containing deviance unheard<br> To be a girl is to be game<br> <br> [Verse 3]<br> Horror stories of what predators do<br> I've heard them since I was old enough to fear<br> And now I'm filled with a dreaded excitement<br> Whenever sharp teeth and claws draw near<br> And so my womanhood became synonymous with endangerment<br> Maternal figures preserve my purity with such insistence<br> <br> Blatant hypocrisy of animality<br> Eating out of your hands<br> Whatever you'll give me<br> Don't want to be a cadaver<br> Wanna be free<br> But a cage is the basis of femality<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> In love with the idea of me<br> Mount my head on a wall<br> Lifeless for everyone to see<br> Gracefully declawed<br> <br> No scratching, biting, whining<br> Never fighting back again<br> Look at my virgin eyes through glass<br> An all-consuming guilt that you could never comprehend<br> To be a girl is to be trapped<br> A delicacy never unwrapped<br> An innocence forever intact<br>
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