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?