FRESH.MEAT (IV)

off you go, time to open those doors, my dear.
shed a little light on that pretty little head, i fear.

are you really ready to see this world in color?
black and white is so clean, a little less mean.

straighten that bow, bounce those curls of yours.
spin around, expose those legs, like those whores.

because the second you leave us, you're tainted.
the hour you find you're fucked, we'll be running amok.

no matter your age or where you walk out from,
the song you sing can never regress to a playful hum,

because you lost at the game of staying innocent;
the day you left to find life, you opened yourself to strife.