Farce

She is such a pretty girl

Her shape fits well into a mould

Her mind removed, her body's sold

She does exactly what she's told

And he is such a brave young man

If his brain can't then violence can

His mind was drained since life began

Of the compassion he once had

Why go on living in the past?

We just uphold the sexual farce

Past is past is past is farce

Why go on living in the past?

If air to breathe is hard to find

In her tight mold she doesn't mind

She fits in well, she's one of a kind

Her processed mind upholds the lies

And he in turn plays out the part

We tempted him with from the start

And she in turn plays out the part

Dictated to her by the past

Why go on living in the past?

We just uphold the sexual farce

Past is past is past is farce

Why go on living in the past?