Manic Movement - Scarlet lyrics
She dreamt herself a princess The center of all love A long robed beauty lightness Her flowing golden hair lovingly combed by sister-maidens twice a day She would stare out for hours over rolling fields of little red flowers Never minding the terrible racket going on outside her door Never minding the continous sobbing that seemed to ooze Through every crack in the wall What was going on in other parts of the castle wasnt hers to worry about She would lie down on her four-poster bed A perfect sleeping beauty, and drowse in deep harmony with A mangled little form tangled in dirty sheets Bled red and tightly pressed to ease rectal bleeds This tortured shell carelessly cast aside Subject to the furthest extend of their fatherly pride Painfully got up from the bed Statics crackingly ruled her head Limping to a badly cracked mirror face on the wall And began brushing the princesss golden hair fall Oblivious to the grotesquely swollen child face staring back at her Insert your brainplugs gentlemen and gather around Today we bring you fairytale abuse in real time Experience being lolita and user And bring yourself to unknown heights of human devolution Big Brother up to its maximum Pelvic Personification force-feed perversion What a docile race we are nurturing our own infected imperfect nature The mirror became claws pulling her into perverts paradise She found herself tunneled in a dark vast forest pa**age Great branches arching over her, dwarfing her to the ground in terrified awe Shadow shrouded trunks obscurely portraying large numbers Of ill-composed silhouettes Lost in ominous malevolent woods As if opperated from the outside, her feet began to move After what seemed a nightlong of slo-motion Her surroundings closed in and blew up in her face Sprawled on her back, limbs held to a squirming ground Grabbing - groping - inserting, cold laughter the only sound Out of every thinkable and unthinkable corner came an eye An absurd variety of cameras extended on bone like arms Watching, being - Is it your mind or hers? What evolutional design can justify preying upon a childs suffering? And there was nowhere left to run And their where no more doors to her room This scene being but one of many, each confined in a perfect princess tear While shes weeping paradoxical structures