Conform, Or Bow

Only in adulthood did I begin seeing
That strange men have entitlements over my being.
Only in adulthood I realized
That my golden locks were most prized.
Only in adulthood did I become aware
That patriarchical, NAZI rule was always there.
Only in adulthood did I see
The ever-surrounding patriarchy.
Only in adulthood did I realize,
That I was always an objectified prize.
Only in adulthood did I see,
That with whom you breed is the key,
In this patriarchical, NAZI nation.
Never trust, and always doubt,
Is the path to true salvation.
Competition, and he is what it's about,
Get with the program, or bow out,
If you're seeking true salvation.
Ever give up on reformation
Of this patriarchical, NAZI nation.
Competition, and he is what it's about,
Get with the program, or bow out,
If you're seeking true salvation.
If you seek reformation,
Bow out. Bow out.
If you're seeking true salvation,
Get with the program, or bow out.
Bow out. Bow out.

The Game Of The Day

Blonds have more fun,
But redheads get it done.
Brunettes always win,
And we all do sin.
We are but toys on a shelf,
Waiting for a man like yourself.
Money is the key,
You will come to see.
First, you gotta buy her,
Then you gotta fill her,
Typically with one coin at a time,
Even after the bells do chime.
Oh, but...
You're in a rut.
Isn't that a messed up outlook?
We are but toys sitting on a shelf,
Waiting for a man just like yourself.
We set out our hooks,
And we fish for a ring,
But we'll take what you bring,
No matter the sting.
As long as we get to leave the shelf,
With a man such as yourself.
Blonds have more fun,
But redheads get it done.
Yet, brunettes always win,
Since it's easy to deceive men.
And, we all live in desperation,
To some day have that perfection
Of being two halves brought to whole.
Left alone, there's a hole
That only you can fill.
It's a shame that that's real,
Though there are other ways.
Until they learn, the game plays.
There are other ways,
But until they learn, the game plays.
Play on, until dawn.
I'll see you tomorrow,
After you know.

Shinigami's Cry

I lean in the corner,
Ever getting border.
There's sweet music that we could make,
But you're ever on a break.
Why did you buy me,
If you won't apply the key
Of calloused fingertips, and a pick?
I can't perform a trick
All by my self.
You might as well place me on the shelf,
Hidden away inside your closet.
It seems we never were a fit,
But you had to have me.
Are you lacking a key
That unlocks enjoyment from me?
Please, muster some interest,
And take me from rest,
To play with me.
Play with me, play with me.
I'm leaning in the corner,
Ever getting border.
Play with me, just play with me.
Calloused fingertips, and a pick
Will do the trick.
Play with me, just play with me.
Please, search within for a key
That'll unlock enjoyment from me.
Play with me. Play with me.
There's sweet music that we could make,
But you're ever on a break.
Please, play with me. Just play with me.
Play with me.