Lời bài hát: Marathon. Songs To Turn The Tide (EP). Photosynthesis.

Most everybody can agree on what's sexy. I've often liked to think I was above such consensus. But with the doors locked and my drawers dropped, I'm no different 'cause these pictures have been training me. Mission: worship counterfeit bodies. Is this a shakedown? No, no this ain't how I usually find myself when I have a revelation. So here's the breakdown: a total fakeout jumping off the page. Synthesized, sanitized, glamorized. Surprise, surprise. Black bile expulsion: our hopes for beauty make an exit and get flushed. Three courses of self-confidence deported daily from the throat with a middle finger thrust. We're so sick. We have ingested a parasitic tour guide. I clearly have misplaced my trust. An industry built on the backs of insecurity, airbrushing out the human honesty. They've defined "sexy" so narrowly. I'm getting tunnel vision and I'm terrified that my willing complicity means that I will only desire what they have planned for me. I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'm so scared, somebody please shake me. Screw this. I'm posting signs: "No Hunting and No Trespassing." These dealers pushing rank moonshine can get the hell out of my pants and get the fuck out of my mind. I'm so sick. I have been sucked in but I'm hacking my way out with this simple ambition: All I want is to be free of judging everyone against a standard that doesn't even look human, now is that too much to ask?