Unclean Body

Writing song lyrics on a typewriter
Tears in my eyes because I'm torturing myself
Cut too deep, my apartment destroyed
Purple bruises from the last big fight
My unclean body suffering for someone
They decided this, they just put another dash in my path

He destroyed my big castle of lies
My best toys, my tortured sorrows
Blood dripping from the mountain
Bonfires set up for yet another body to be burned
They decide your value

Cry big man, fight big man, scream big man
They can't judge the elite, they just can't
Write a letter on that machine and destroy their reputation
They can't decide who has an unclean body
They can't destroy a heart just because they want to
They wear those fancy clothes but they're nothing but poor
Big heads but small minds
We don't have unclean bodies, we don't have fucking unclean bodies

At rock bottom because they decided this
Writing on my surface
What am I going to do now my great lord?
I will no longer follow this shitty dictatorship
I'm going to leave my table stained with coffee
I will leave my soul impure
I'll leave my drafts of the best songs
I'll leave it all behind

Burning the stories of innocent people
They branded you boy, his head will be handed out on a silver platter
'Cause they always get what they want
I'm going to destroy this whole apartment
'Cause I'm pissed, they can't do what they want

Cry big man, fight big man, scream big man
They can't judge the elite, they just can't
Write a letter on that machine and destroy their reputation
They can't decide who has an unclean body
They can't destroy a heart just because they want to
They wear those fancy clothes but they're nothing but poor
Big heads but small minds
We don't have unclean bodies, we don't have fucking unclean bodies

Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that?
Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that?
Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that?
Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that?