Emasculate The Masculine - The Unicorns

This could be the sound of me tearing

Into your flesh from a distance

Opening fresh wounds

For a peak

And this could be the sound of me breaking

Into your room late at night

Slitting your throat

And cutting off your dick

'Cause everyone I know

Is too comfortable with thier lives

To ever be a part of change

And everyone I know

Is leaving for the weekend

With tickets to the game

Everybody sounds the same

All dirty

All dirty

La la la la la la la