Softcore

I'm putting on my blinders I'm walking straight to me I'm following my carrot It's plenty hard to reach Keep your foot out of my door I don't want you on my floor Yeah Take it from the source Yeah It's killing my softcore I'm dressed in my best soul You drag it through the mud I'd like to keep my skin on It's holding in my blood Open wounds that never heal You're the flies and I'm the meal Don't listen It's not the truth just because it glistens It's painted The coloration's tainted Skin looks good on paper to a million hungry eyes They just want the wrapping They throw away the prize Show her body Fuck her mind Fuck her body Why's she crying?